In her hilltop shanty, Gloria Isabel Ramirez had rice and beans and potatoes for dinner and nothing else.
But she was not complaining.
Some nights she has nothing for herself and her 12-year-old son, so she pleads with neighbors for food or money to buy food.
And sometimes they go hungry in their two-room home, cobbled out of worn wooden planks that let the winds whip through. A few wobbly planks lead up to the doorway.