The sun beat down and smoke filled the air when the wind blew. We approached a home made of mud that filled the scene with a bright orange hue. To the far side of the house, a single tree provided shade. As we walked up to the home, five barefoot children greeted us with big smiles, joyful to have a guest. They should be in school, but their single mother can’t afford to send them right now. The mother spotted us, put down the knife she was using to cut reeds for handmade baskets in order to provide for her family, and warmly greeted us.