That's My Girl

Mira stared at Helena in shock. Tears streamed down her dirt-streaked face, leaving pale tracks on her cheeks. "Mom, I don't have any money," she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of despair and the gnawing pain in her empty stomach.

Helena met her daughter’s tearful gaze. Her response was gentle but firm. "Then eat what is in front of you." She was not trying to be cold or dismissive. T