When he opened his eyes, the temple was leaking and there was only half a piece of hard cake left on his body. My three-year-old son huddled in my arms and cried out for mother because he was so hungry.
I want to curse. Dressed as a little widow who was kicked out of the house, and started in a ruined temple, how can you survive?
The son suddenly pointed to the corner: "Mom, supermarket."
I turned around and looked dumbfounded.
There really is a supermarket there. The one where I work. The rice, milk, and ham on the shelves all have price tags I put on them myself.
