It was a hot, but not too hot, summer day outside, a perfect day in terms of weather. However, not everything was as perfect as the endless blue sky.
One woman, a mother, had the saddest look on her face. She had traveled all over looking for anything: a job, money, a place to beg, or, if she was lucky, food for the day.
Her children had been fed the day before; she hadn't eaten so much as a handful of food since two nights ago.
She was not so much worried for herself: she needed to find food for her children.
She had come into the Depression as a working mother, not rich, but she provided food on the table. Her husband had left years before that, so she was left to fend for herself and the two boys huddled close to her now.
Ever since the Depression started, she had been desperate, moving from place to place looking for signs of prosperity, but she found no such thing.
She did not know the time or place, and she only knew around how many days this exhausting journey had already taken: about 90 (or three months).
At the moment, she happened to chance upon a great opportunity: a job that would compensate her with some food: enough for a few days.
However, she was late: another desperate family had taken the job, and spared no sympathy for her. Out there, it was every family or person for themself.
Only one thought flashed through her mind: the same thought that had been there ever since they first moved: "How on earth are we going to make it?".
As an afterthought, she added, "If we are not going to make it, then how long do we have left?"
A somber thought, yes, but it was the only way she could think now, as optimism was not going to give her boys food for the day.
awesome
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