She dreams of having a new house with a real floor she can mop. Wind rattles the tin and plastic covering her current house. Cardboard lines the mud walls and gets soaked when it rains. Cold up here in the mountains of Guatemala. Very cold. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she told us how difficult it is to raise her grandchildren with her daughter working as a maid in the city. Each day she prays for a new house. She told us, "I don't think my dream will come true in my life, but maybe when I die, my daughters will finally get a nice house."