A Perspective of Hunger

I walk down the street with my mother and father to notice a child who is in need of someone to stop hunger. Their eyes filled with sadness and distress, about to cry their last tears of wishes. The poor little child, as skinny as a stick, hope rushes through me, to stop this big mess. I feel like im crushed and almost crying, for things need to be changing in this world of crisis. I now feel like helping by feeding the child, but I am mearly one and can not help every child. HELP!! HELP!! my heart screams out, as i cannot do anything as much as i want to shout, the child will soon parish and we will all forget him like he never existed, we need to change this sad fate for these poor little children.