I want to weep, but no tears trickle down. I want to scream, but my mouth does not open. I want to stamp my feet and beat my chest, but all my energy is sapped out of body. What I can do is simply frown at the jet-black future. Today will be gone soon, thankfully without any fuss. However, what is going to happen tomorrow? I feel my heart tighten with nervousness. I know that on my forehead, my greasy hair is plastered down with sweat, and feint wrinkles are badly etched. My head is heavy with gloomy thoughts, and to support it, I gently place my hand under my chin.
I feel chilly in my badly-worn, sooty clothes. Instantly, I cuddle my baby with one arm so at least he would not feel the cold. My poor kids want to be cuddled too, and snuggle into me. Realizing that I have no strength to wrap my arms around them, they helplessly lean on my narrow shoulders. As I hear their weak complaints and pleas, my heart tells them that nothing is going to change, but my lips remain pursed. Should I move to the South, seeking for food and shelter? Oh, I do not know. I do not want to take more risks, as that will cost more hunger and more pain. I keep on blankly staring at the dark sky that is now gathering up ominous clouds. Soon, I see a streak of light making its way through the mass of clouds. Right now, all I can depend on is that shimmering light.
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