World Hunger: A Discriptive Personal Experience

I remember the restaurant, surrounded

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Water was essential to her being alive, so to quench herself, she stooped down on a puddle and scooped up some rain water to drink. ” I was nothing but happy and relieved. It doesn’t take much to realize something, even though you are young. I turned my attention back to my order as the bread was slowly pulled out from the oven. As the family and I sat down, I had a great view of what was going on in the streets. I tried very hard to concentrate on what to order, but the simple thoughts of the little kids, kids that I should be playing with in the school grounds and the neighborhood, desperately scattering to gather trashed food to eat for the day. The look of satisfaction lighted her face as if a beam of light from the heavens spotted her. As I was ordering, I noticed my younger sister, who was five years old at the time, with her forehead against the window.

My mother grabbed my hand and walked with me to the car. At first, I laughed at the adorable sight, but then it hit me that the little girl outside did not want to play, but wanted to eat. As the family and I walked out of the restaurant, an odd smell of sewage and dirt followed us. My mother’s eyes glittered like stars on a clear night, her smile so big that it overtook her face, and a bond made stronger, strong enough to hold this wounded world we live in. The family continued to venture the food street, as very slowly, I drifted back behind them.

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Manila Philippines, , little girl, forehead window, manila philippines, rest life, bread slowly,

Approximate Word count = 964
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)

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