It all started in the kitchen, where my mother and I, per usual, were cooking food for the family. Spontaneously, we decided to cook twice the portion, pack it and send it to the security guards of our apartment complex. One thing led to another, and it soon became somewhat of an informal routine. We would cook extra, and send it to them. One day, however, while passing out food to the guards, I spotted a couple of children across the street, hungrily eyeing the food. We were separated by a gate, and I didn’t have enough food, so I returned upstairs, but the incident stuck with me. The next week, I decided to bring a potful for food downstairs and give it to the children. It was hot and summertime, so we bought some cold juice packets too. I had estimated we would serve about 4-5 children, but what happened next surmounted my presumption. When I crossed the street to give them food, I noticed more and more children emerging from a dilapidated house nearby. What happened next is honestl...