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Monday, October 02, 2006
Part I Copyright. Written by: A blossoming author
In the village, harvest was hard in the summer period. Crops were dry, no harvest and people living in poverty, having to go to bed without a full three meals. Even the once frolicking children were seen squatting had the edge of the lakes and trying to catch a few scrimps to pacify their empty stomachs. Fishermen were slogging day and night to bring the bacon home and housewifes were squatting at the potholes, trying to scrub the clothings and others were trying to comb the house in search of a triai of rice, beans or corn.

Life was bitter and hard and people were struggling to make a living day by day and some prayed and prayed every night that this hardship would end soon. But that was a illusion; summer would not end so soon, but everyone in the village had this hope in their hard. All believed that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but all knew, deep down in their hard that things would not change of the better and all the dreams, thoughts and deep was in vain; they had to face the reality.

In one small hut in the village, lived an old miser, a farmer, a housewife and a girl. The girl had no name at all. The miser the farmer and the housewife decided to called her Maia and from that day onwards, she was known as a simple and plain girl that lived in the village with a simple name of Maia.

Maia was a simple girl at heart. She woke up before dawn and went farmer with the farmer, which she called Broad Beans, because simply, he grew broad beans in the piece of land at the backyard of their house, to farm. She did not mouth a word of complain and she milked the cows, reared the chickens and fed the lambs. The housewife grew fond of Maia by the day and often declared that she was certainly 'as mild as the lambs'.

Maia was happy at the housewife's statement and she began to work even harder. She was happy she had a roof over her head. She withstand all hardship during the summer period. She thought life was perfect for her. She did not know someone was watching...