When I was at the bird competition one of the girls who sells fruit whom I hadn’t met yet introduced herself to me and her 3 year old little boy, named Faisel. She was very young and after speaking for a while she told me that she was single. I didn’t know what she meant by this but when she said it, she got very sad and tears welled up in her eyes. She told me that a year ago her husband had died on Gili Meno when he was working in a field and a tree fell on him. It was so sad when she explained in detail to me with her broken English what happened to him. To think that she was a widow raising her son at the age of 24.
She mentioned, that in addition to selling fruit she also offered manicures and pedicures on the beach and one day hoped to open a small salon on Gili Meno. Even though I didn’t really need a pedicure after going to all the spas in Ubud I couldn’t refuse.
The very next day she found me with all of her nailpolish in hand and Faisel at her side. The manicure and pedicure was no where near as nice to the ones I’m used to but she tried! Faisel had been playing on the beach and was just covered in sand from head to toe but he sat next to me on my towel that day and didn’t say a word and waited for his mom to finish. I can’t think of one 3 year old kid who would wait so patiently.
The nail polish had already started to chip off the next day but I couldn’t be upset, that was nothing compared to the battle that Uni and her son were facing.