I am greeted by the sick eyes of my wife in the hope that I have got her medicines that will make her better. My son,hungry,looks for food in my hands. I am desperate,helpless looking in from the half broken window of our house. I leave to feed my family’s eyes. I am Andrew, a thief,and I would continue to be called so as long as my family are happy.
This post is written forFive Sentence Fiction
Also UBC- Day 8