People are falling in the streets. Not from the heat, but from hunger. Every morning, it’s normal to see people going door to door, asking for help, getting no answers. You can see the tears in their eyes, stuck there like a scar. Some just sit down on the ground, too weak to stand, joining others who are just as hungry.
People don’t talk much anymore; they save their words for when they get home, for one thing only: to say how hungry they are.