This is Bong Ta's house (the green one). I pass it when I bike through the rice fields. She and her sister (red house) are nice enough and her kids always call out 'hey-yo' *hello* when they see me.
She put her 6-month old baby in the hammock for an afternoon nap while she did chores, and when she went back to check on her, she had fallen through the holes in the old ratty hammock and into the marshy pond that runs behind/under their home. They didn't have money for a funeral, and refused mine and Crissy's attempts, but they did accept the rice and soup we took them.
