Today is my fifth birthday, a milestone that should be filled with joy and celebration. Yet, it is a day marked by an empty stomach and a heavy heart. For the past three days, I have felt the pangs of hunger, a sensation so alien and intense that it consumes my every thought. Each growl of my stomach is a reminder of my situation, a constant, throbbing ache that dulls my enthusiasm for what should be a day of happiness.
Despite the hunger, my birthday is a beacon of hope in the midst of this struggle. I imagine the colors of a party, the laughter of friends, and the joy of a simple cake with candles. Even though these are only dreams right now, they give me the strength to hold on, to believe that better days are ahead. The pain I feel today does not define me; it is but a chapter in my story, a temporary challenge that I will overcome.
I have been starved for 3 days
On this fifth birthday, I hold onto the hope that tomorrow will be different. I imagine a world where food is plentiful, and every day is filled with the warmth of kindness and care. This hope keeps me going, a small flame in the darkness that guides me towards a brighter future. Even in the midst of hunger, I celebrate this day, not just as my birthday, but as a testament to resilience and the belief that better times are just around the corner.
