Pancha worked seven days a week at a small Mexican hotel cleaning rooms and washing and ironing the hotel laundry. She had the softest Mayan smile, and she was filled with sincere kindness. As she worked from sun rise until late at night I would often see her subconsciously caressing her treasured cross. She agreed to let me photograph her only if she could wear her best dress for the picture. After returning to Miami I printed her photograph, hung it on a wall and adorned it with crucifixes similar to her own.