I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. The sun had not risen yet, but I needed to go and get some water from the dusty lake because it is our only source. When I came back home, I saw that there was only one piece of bread left for me. After I ate the last piece, I went to school with the same pain in my stomach. At school, I noticed that everyone in my class was in the same situation as me.
After school ended, I came back home and saw my mom. She looked tired—more than usual—and I could see the worry in her eyes even though she tried to hide it from me. My stomach hurt again, even sharper this time, but I didn’t say anything. We sat outside as the sun went down, hoping the hunger would fade a little with the darkness.
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