A story of pure love between a mother and her 8 year old daughter set in the cruel world of refugee crisis.
“What’s for dinner, mother?”, little Joan asked with a weary look on her face.
She was eight years old. With the same old shabby dress that she wore for days, dirty hands, sticky skin and messed up hair tied into a small ponytail, she made herself resemble a giant rag doll. She was waiting eagerly for her answer, with a ray of hope in her face.
“Honey, I don’t know what to say to you. How many times should I tell you that we will be getting the same meal every day?”, she told her with a scent of love and affection in her words.