" You want to know why I live here, in this ‘hovel’; I think that
is the word you used, based on your civilized and educated
perception?”
There was no use denying it. “Yes, I was wondering. So
why?”
“It was the best you could give me.” She didn’t turn from her
work.
“Excuse me? The best ‘I’ could give you? I had nothing to do
with this. I could build you something much better, but not this.
How could you think…?”
“It’s all right, Anthony! I have no expectations. I am grateful to
have found even this small place in your heart. I travel light”—
she smiled as if at some secret thought—“and I make my home
inside the simplest gifts. There is nothing to feel bad or ashamed
about. I am thoroughly grateful, and being here is a joy!”
“So… because this is me, my world somehow, I have only
made this small place for you? "

― William Paul Young , Cross Roads