Please, feed my Mother.

my name is Akia. i am 14 years old and I live in Africa. my father died when I was little from HIV and my mother is very sick. my little brother and I live in a small shed made of fore sheets of corrugated iron. we have no door, we have no money. we rarely have any food. today my mother told us not to feed her any more. she said she is to sick and will die anyway. I have sat by her bed all day. I do not want her to die.
i have been told by the older girls in my village that the best thing for me and my brother is to do what my mother said and stop feeding her. she will die soon anyway.
it is noon and i should be out looking for firewood to sell so that i can feed my brother tonight, but my mother is getting worse.her breathing is slowing and she is not moving any more. she has stopped sweating and lo0st conciseness. i don’t know how long she has left and i do not want her to die alone.
my brother comes in looking for food, and i tell him to go beg, to get enough for both of us and maybe even mother. we could give her some food and then maybe she wont die. suddenly i jump up of the ground and run over the mats my brother and i use for beds and, yelling to my brother to look after mother over my shoulder, run out of the shed. i was going to get some food and i was going to save our mother, because we could not live without our mother.
i run down the ally that passes for a street in our village and turn at the first corner. at the end of this road was a man that took young children in and made them have sex with other men in the village. he paid them only a small amount of what the other men paid him but i had to get money so that i could buy food and feed my mother. i would not let her die.
as i run into his shed ( no one in the village could afford a real home) i know something is wrong. it is to calm, to quiet. i slow down as i get to his shed and poke my head around the corner. in the middle of the room, on the floor, he lay in a pool of blood. his throat cut and his body twisted into unnatural shapes. there are to children that i know.
that i knew.
i felt cheated. i do not think about the fact that there is a murder laid out in front of me. it is not important. my mother is going to die because i can not get her food.
i turn aruond and walk back home, empty handed.
when i get home i sit next to my mother again and hold her hand. she is still alive, that much is a miracle. my brother move’s over to me and put’s head on my lap, wear he falls asleep. her is thin. there is not a bone in his body that i can not see poking through his skin, like a child in a thin blanket.
once again i feel like my world is spinning out of control. it is so bad that i feel sick, and my head starts to spin, my vision starts to blur.
this is all probably because i haven’t eaten in two days.
to prevent having to bath my brother later tonight i crawl outside to be sick.
i passout for seventeen hours.
my brother wakes my up telling me there is something wrong with mother.
i crawl back inside to my mother.
she is pale.
i feel her neck for a pulse.
there is none.
with the last of my strength, i get up to my feet and go outside and grab the first person i see.
“please,” i say “feed my mother.”

Please, feed my Mother.


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i am only young and this was a school assignment.

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