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Emaciated and spent she cradled her naked, famished infant to her dilapidated breasts. He tried to squeeze out a drop of milk into his mouth . He did not have the strength even to suck , nor did she have any milk to give. Two more little children huddled close to her.
Hunger stood like a demon in front of them. It’s better to die than to starve like this ,she thought.
Unable to withstand the misery any longer she placed the howling infant in the lap of the other child and dragged herself to the nearest garbage can.
Rummaging through the trash her eyes caught sight of a plastic bag with some leftover fruits in it.
Hurriedly She pulled up the bag and with trembling fingers opened it.
The birds flew from the trees surrounding the busy cross-section and along with them their remaining flesh, bones and blood.
An infant’s cry pierced the still summer noon.