With love, dedicated to all the hungry and needy children of the world, for they too deserve the very best.
Preface
This story is about hope and courage, about how one voice can awaken hearts and change destinies. In a world filled with injustice and suffering, there are children who, despite their poverty, dream of a better future. They are like stars lost in the boundless night sky, searching for light and warmth.
Our hero, N'golo, is one of these children who, while battling hunger and deprivation, never loses hope. His story reminds us that even in the darkest times, it is important to believe in change and not be afraid to share our sorrow with the world. May this story be not only a reminder of suffering but also a source of inspiration for those seeking strength in their dreams.
Chapter 1: "A Day Like Any Other"
The first rays of the sun barely touched the horizon when N’golo, already awake, quietly slipped out from under the torn blanket that served as his bed. He moved carefully so as not to wake his younger siblings. His sister, Amara, and his little brother, Kofi, were still sound asleep, their faces peaceful, unaware of the struggles the new day would bring.
N’golo stepped outside, feeling the cool morning air against his skin. The dry earth crunched under his bare feet as he made his way toward the nearby well. His daily routine began early—before the village stirred, before the relentless heat of the sun took over the sky. Water was the first task of the day.
The well, like everything else in the village, seemed to echo the weariness of life. Its wooden frame was worn down, just like the people who used it. N’golo filled the battered container, watching the ripples of water dance in the dim light. His thoughts wandered as he pulled the bucket up. Another day had begun, just like every other.
Returning home, he poured the water into a clay pot and checked on his mother. She lay on a thin mat in the corner of their small house, coughing weakly. Her illness had worsened, and the thin broth they could afford did little to nourish her. Every time N’golo looked at her, his heart sank a little more. Her once bright eyes, full of life and energy, now reflected only fatigue and sorrow.
"Amara, Kofi, wake up," N’golo whispered, nudging his siblings gently. Their sleepy eyes blinked open, but there was no time for a slow start to the day. They needed to help gather what little food they could find.
