They come knocking on doors looking for work as domestic workers and in no time they become servants whose poverty pushes them to the brink of endurance.
They usually bring a child with them and if lucky enough to get a job in a house must work from very early in the morning until everyone has gone to bed.
They are assigned the most miserable room in a house. They are grateful to have three meals a day for them and their children.
And whenever in the presence of family members they smile.
This one, whose name I don't remember (it goes without saying), used to work in my mother's house back in the days.