A Meager Meal

There is a hollow in the students that we can not fill from outside. We could never bring their loved ones back, change their wombs, or clear away the dirt that they live in. They hunger for a life without unloved loneliness, the shame of poverty, and the sorrow of loss.

Though we love them, our love is a meager meal, keeping them alive but never full. Like a permanent hunger pang that runs wild at the chance of a cure.

A group of ten small children wanted to feel special. They began to pester me adorably. I gave in to their little wishes as usual, but today the group, feeling hungry, formed into a waist high mob. They clawed at me to give them each attention. Their hunger became vicious. They dragged me to the ground. They swarmed me with shouting and grabby hands. In their stampede they made me step on a child. I felt guilty for hurting him, and that guilt turned into silent anger.

I wanted to shout at them,” you are hurting people !” in your starving for love.

They had made me powerless and humiliated. I felt like the naked emperor, seeing reality at last.

I walked away naked and frustrated. Seeing my discomfort, a young boy walked up to me. He sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheek. He walked away before I could recognize him.

I began laughing,

It was written that one of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so deperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow.

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