Tribute to a mother of two

Everyone has their dreams:

I know one who wants to put up a farm in her home country, with chickens, and pigs. When she earns more than enough money, she'll be giving to the needy...helping the poor, the old people in the streets of her homeland. Right now, she's just working hard. Her cheerful mood gives the impression that she doesn't give a damn about anything, but she does. She's strong the way she is, because of the things she went through. All her life, felt unloved by people, mistreated even, nonetheless, she's standing firm. Certainly not afraid of anything...too unafraid i must say.

She'll seem uncivilized in some ways, but her past explains it all. I'm happy to have met her, and still continuing to know her. A good mother, seeking to provide for her daughters, a friend willing to share anything, a passionate person, doing what she can if she's able to.

At first glance, i wouldn't want to be associated with her. But knowing her, it taught me that no matter how rude people may seem..there's always a tinge of goodness (by God's grace, haha) in them. Kindness that can comfort a weary little girl, laughter that can tickle a saddened heart. Even though people seem so carefree, they have dreams. Dreams floating in the air, waiting for their chances to catch it.

Sometimes you'll just have to look deeper to see the person inside them.