I sit in the corner of my bed room, my stomach aches because I haven't eaten. I want to go out and play, but mommy says it is not safe. I see the light coming through my window and listen to the cars passing by. I hear my mommie crying in her room and I do not know why. My clothes are laid out for school tomorrow they are a bit torn and wrinkled. The other kids make fun of me, but I do not know what to say to them. I want to go to school so bad, it is where I get to eat. I lay down on the cold floor in the corner and try to quietly cry myself to sleep. Every day I pass tall shining buildings and I dream that someday I can visit one of them and see what it is like to live inside, but for now I know only hunger and the sound of my mommies tears. I wonder if anyone out there can hear her cry or if anyone even really cares.