Imagine what it was like for her, just her and her little boy. Her husband had died, and together, mother and son were starving to death.
They were victims of a widespread famine, and there was no place to go and nothing to do about their plight. She had faced the reality of their coming demise. She would take her little pot of flour and the little bit of oil she had left, gather some sticks, make a little cake, eat this final meal with her son and lay down to die.
What would you be...