Modest people are seen in simple clothing with non luxurious cars, having as a source of food only what they can cultivate. The most simple education can only be provided. Getting people to come and teach to a rural town becomes very expensive and very challenging experience. People are to live in a simple home, with only the basic needs, without water and electricity. One can see people with merely the essential necessities and surviving without an adorned way of life.
Things are different when I am away. I can see myself in a different place having almost anything I wish for, anything I need, and still yearning for more. Other people, different people, and suddenly I am one of them: ambitious, scorning my American way of life. As I turn back, I come to realize and appreciate what these rich cultured people long for. They would appreciate an opportunity of providing a better life to their families. They would appreciate what I have been offered all my life. And suddenly, I begin to understand why I am not one of them, or maybe not even a part of them; a part of those people who have suffered hunger, poverty, and experienced failure.
I was restrained from these types of conditions as I was beginning to grow up. As I was an innocent child longing to run up over olive-colored hills, climb upon loose wild horses, I saw myself in a perfect life. I felt fortunate for living here, accustomed to not always having what I wanted, praying to God for my parents to come back soon, merely enjoying the unadorned way of life. .
In an instant of time, I am ripped from my home and placed in a different location. It was where my parents had been trying to offer me a better life. Everywhere I looked, my eyes met straight-edged buildings with sharp corners and deep shadows. Everything was spotless, perfect formed different. "It is the prefect place to be-, my mother would repeat to me, over and over again.
