The Migrant Mother Story

I blankly stare outside the sky and my daughter leans on my shoulder weakly as she moans for more food. There is not even a speckle of bread left in our food storage. We had to sell our house since I did not have any money to pay for our monthly loan. My daughter looks at me with her small, blue eyes full of hope, but there didn't seem like there was any hope left. All my hopes had been washed away and all that encompassed my mind was how to live on any further. I could not stand to look at my daughter any longer, thoughts of worries swelled inside me about her. How was she going to survive? I felt ashamed to be her mother. Nothing seemed to go right way anymore, everything seemed as if it was falling into the wrong path of failure. But then, I realized I could not just abandon my daughter, I was going to care and support her no matter what happens, even if we're facing this dread. I put my hands on her head to tell her everything was going to be alright. I was her only hope.