

She turned her face away. Perhaps hunger touched her too. Yet the children ate with such small delight, and she let the moment belong to them. We will never know what she withheld. Only that something in it touched me.
She turned her face away. Perhaps hunger touched her too. Yet the children ate with such small delight, and she let the moment belong to them. We will never know what she withheld. Only that something in it touched me.