With two hundred and twenty points, he bought a loaf of bread, a small glass of water, and a pack of pickles. It was not much, but at least it was something.
When he returned home, the leaking roof greeted him again. He walked inside and handed the bread to his wife.
Her eyes lit up when she saw it, and for a moment, her face looked alive again.
She carefully tore the bread into two halves. Instead of eating right away, she gave one half to him.
"Eat with me," she said softly.
He shook his head, but she insisted. Finally, he took it. She opened the small pack of pickles and spread a little on the bread before taking a bite.
A happy expression spread across her face as if it were the best food in the world.
The man looked at her, and his heart broke into pieces. He remembered how she used to live in her wealthy family, dressed in fine clothes and eating delicious meals every day.
Now she was smiling over half a loaf of bread with pickles.
