The woman desperately hoped that God would hear her prayers and bless her children with the water and food they needed. She had no husband, and those who saw her always shook their heads, not knowing where she came from, just as you'd notice that the neighbors change every time you open your eyes, so no one would have much suspicion toward such unfamiliar faces.
Every day, the woman would walk down this street with her children, begging passersby for food or water for them. This only happened when the children were crying, and she would just watch them swallow the meager food with a satisfied smile.
She was a pitiful woman, a silent woman, who had a beautiful smile, but never cared for the sympathetic glances cast her way. In the slums, everyone lived a life of poverty and scarcity, struggling to get by day to day, with no time to spare for such a pitiable woman.
