I was wrong.
Breakfast time. Coffee or tea was too much luxury. This I could deal with. Although an empty feeling was beginning to grow on my body. Still, I got through the morning without incident.
For lunch, there was only one lonely apple. It was the only fruit I planned to have all day. The memory of it stayed with me though the afternoon. I never thought I’d love the sweet taste of an apple so much. For someone used to having at least a fruit after every meal, my body was protesting. Dissatisfaction and cravings were constantly on my mind, even when I tried preoccupying myself with schoolwork as distraction.
3pm, the time of the day when I usually have afternoon tea and snacks. The desire to eat was overwhelming. I was already looking forward to dinner very much. The empty feeling continued to grow. To fill it, I kept on drinking water. It didn’t help much, but at least it was something for my mouth to do.
At 5pm, I decided I can stand it no longer, and had to have my last meal early. Mercifully, my daily budget was still enough to cook a simple pastina with some lattice and a very little sandwich turkey. No meal ever looked as wonderful as that small bowl of pastina soup.
This is only the first day. Already the feeling of hunger has taken up a big part of my conscious. But there is no cause to complain. Unlike people living though poverty, I do not suffer from the fear of not finding my next meal. I have the freedom to stop doing this if it becomes unbearable. How anyone can live in such insecurity and hunger for months, let alone years, is almost unthinkable.
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