The story behind every face.

everytime i go to far east plaza, i will always pass by this old aunty selling tissue paper. i will alway end up buying tissue from her. i will always wonder how her life is. she walk with a limp. she don't force you to buy from her but when u do she always smile and thank you. occasionally i will have a chat with her, ask her whether she has taken her meals, whether her legs are feeling better. Through the conversation i can feel her emotion. This aunty been suffering for a long time. i can imagine how she felt. she must have been abandon by her family and had no choice but to come out to sell tissue to make a living. or she could have been for by her children to come out to sell tissue to support the family. she had to braved the weathers to sell tissue. how long have she been doing this? but i guess she love her family too much to even complained her pain. i then realise that its the motherly love that she has. each of our mum has different way of loving their children. every mother love their child no matter how they treat them, good or bad.