CThere is a small house on the slopes of a mountain, small, poor thing with a great coming and going of people.
From the windows you can hear the voices of those who come for help, a little laugh, a smile, a hug or someone who listens to them.
It is a modest little house, close to the indigenous mangyans tribe. The natives often go knocking on the door of that little house, to see the family with the eight children and all those guests. They greet them by calling them “kaibigan” which means “friend”. They are friends for real even if they have nothing in common.
And in this context, with a silent father whose house and work have been stolen and a mother always ready to help others, a little girl grows up.
Her father never speaks and takes her to the fields, where he works, he was once a teacher. He is not angry though and the little girl knows it because her father always talks about the goodness of God.
They don’t have much to eat, they don’t have much money, they don’t have much. But mom always welcomes everyone and their home is always cheerful.
This little girl is learning that a little shared becomes a lot.
In the little house at the foot of the mountain there are always so many people in need and the little girl knows that when she grows up she will become a missionary: she wants to help people.
She wants no one to be taken away from everything like it happened to her family because she still remember very well her devastated parents. Because she knows what it means to be without anything and every day in that little house she sees people who need help.
