That's me up there, holding firm to the little piece of meal, taking my time to eat through it. Who knows, it might be my last.

My clothes begging to be washed.
We were not rich, but at least, we could of a balanced diet. I was going very well till it happened at that ungodly hour. That night, i saw my mom and dad shot on the spot by infidels. I don't know why, but i was spared and kicked into a van like a criminal. I sat in the middle of two heafty men with my face down, drawning my sorrows.
I was sold into salvary and warned not to disobey my master nor his household. Was this really my portion? I pondered.

I had no issue obeying my master because i was well trained my parent. But you can't push someone to the wall and still expect him to be quiet.
For three days, i was giving no food, neither water. My eyes became weary and the worms in my stomach where already protesting. I could take it no more. I tiptoed down to the kitchen but unfortunately, i saw my masters son right there in the kitchen, eating. He caught sight of me and yelled at me to go back to my cave. Covering his nose. With the hunger in me, i ran towards him and gave him a slap that made him fall to the ground. I took the last piece of bread remaining and started eating it with my eyes wild opened, starring at him. Never tempt a wounded lion i told him.