George

If I had a single piece of bread, I would not share it with you… I would give it all to you…🌹 Because your happiness would be my sustenance… And if you asked me why my hands had kept not even a crumb, I would show you the table… There would not be two plates… Or two halves… Only the place where my hands had learned that giving can also satisfy… One night, Hunger sat down across from us… She looked at your bread… Then, at my empty hands… And asked me whether I was afraid of being left with nothing… I offered her a chair…🌹 But Hunger, watching you break the bread, grew still… Because before bringing it to your lips, you had set aside a crumb for her… Then, Hunger lowered her eyes… No one had ever offered her a place at the table… Not even those who had spent their whole lives trying to make her disappear…🌹 That night, the bread grew smaller… And the table, immeasurably larger… When it came to the last crumb, Hunger held out her hands… But she no longer knew whether she had come to ask or to offer… And you, without speaking a word, placed that crumb in my palm… I held it as one holds something one does not wish to possess…🌹 Then, I returned it to your lips… And Hunger, who had come to tell us how much we lacked, left without knowing which of the two of us had eaten… Since then, if I had a single piece of bread, I would give it all to you again… Because there is a hunger that awakens only when there is no bread… And another that learns to fall asleep watching you eat…🌹 ÚKA🌹HEKA