One cookie

“At the worst point of our lives, we used to share a cookie and water for our dinner. We went through college, studying and working while all our friends partied everywhere. They told us that we are crazy…That night, I promised Terry that things are going to get better.” ~Ajay

My fridge is empty as I looked greedily at the last piece of bread in my hand. I carefully coated it with Nutella, trying to make this last moment last longer. Sinking, bathing myself in this desperate feeling. I kept repeating to myself: “Things are going to get better.”

I wondered if all this sacrifice is worth it.

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