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Starving


A single mother sits in her house

with four children looking at her with big sad eyes.

starving.

She has no idea what she's going to do about it. 

We need a place to sleep.

I used my last to pay the rent.

I have no food in the fridge.

She looks up to the sky and asks God to bless her.

To take the clenching at her and her children's stomachs.

 

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