Incidentally there are a few people gathered and local villagers mostly women and children with a hammer tools, baskets, buckets, work hard to collect and break the stone to be used as building material. We rested while talking with them, when we were going home I saw a boy carrying his sister came and sat near her mother at work, looking tired, dirty clothes and body.
I immediately opened the bag to retrieve the camera and with a vibrating feeling I take pictures. I only have a short time because the child was soon gone. I do not imagine getting a good picture, because I immediately put the camera to return to the imagined weight of their lives.
When got home I immediately opened the camera and view pictures look after younger siblings and feel satisfied, happy, but very moved.