Amid the bustle of a small town that often turns a blind eye to hardship, walks Grandma Ujun, an 80-year-old woman whose spirit refuses to fade. Every few days, she heads out to sell crackers by the roadside—not even her own, but on behalf of others, earning a tiny commission.

Born with physical disabilities, Grandma Ujun’s hands and feet are deformed. Each step is slow and painful, but she never lets that stop her. On days she feels strong, she slips on rubber sandals custom-made by a neighbor and walks under the scorching sun, offering crackers with a warm, sincere smile.

Some days she earns around $2–$3. Often, it’s only 50 cents—or nothing at all. Her weekly income barely reaches $4, and many nights, she goes to bed unsure of her next meal.

Living alone in a crumbling house at the end of a narrow alley, Grandma Ujun has no family—only kind neighbors who sometimes bring food or stop to chat. Her nights are spent in quiet reflection, accompanied by creaking walls and leaky roofs. Yet, she holds onto hope.

“I just want to eat something nice… maybe have a tiny shop at home, so I don’t need to walk far anymore,” she says softly.

Grandma Ujun may not be famous, but her quiet resilience reminds us: strength comes in many forms, and even the smallest hopes are worth holding on to.