Crumbs
"This is for you," Bertha's old grandmother threw bread and ham wrapped in clear plastic, the old woman immediately left after seeing James nimbly catch the bread she threw at him, it was winter, not much can be done in difficult situations like this.
Russia is in a state of chaos due to the revolution, and government policies have been making things difficult. While out there human life is becoming more violent. James opened the package that was thrown by Bertha's grandmother, and immediately devoured it. The 10 year old boy's stomach rumbled.
"Jammmeeeesss, where are you?"
"Jaaaaaammmmeeeees," shouted a woman who was familiar to him, stopped the chewing, and immediately cleaned up any remaining crumbs, so not to be caught by his mother,
His body was still shaking because of the cold winter air while other vibrations also came from within his body. Afraid of what punishment he would get later. He had left the house for only 10 minutes, running out after seeing his stepfather hit his mother.
"Oh it turns out you are curled up here," the woman flexed the rattan stick against James's frail body. James clenched his jaw trying to hold back cries of pain that were striking his body, because he knew crying would only worsen his condition,
It's not easy to be born as a child in the midst of a revolution and the upheaval of the Soviet Union, to a mother and stepfather who are addicted to drugs, and to a sister with schizophrenia.
Never, never, never give up.
-Winston Churchill
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