True to his words, her father came back that night with a big loaf of freshly baked bread, a bunch of succulent green olives, a little pint of milk, and some steak. It was an unbelievable feast to Julianna’s eyes who could not remember the last time she had eaten something this fresh and nice in her house. It was usually one stale food or the other, food with terrible quality that deserved to be thrown away. On some nights, there was nothing at all to eat and she had slept to the music of her grumbling stomach.
She was one of the skinniest girls in her class and Julianna knew it was because she didn't get much to eat in a day. If she ate twice or thrice a day, they were all probably bad food and if she ate once a day then it was probably an okay food but very small ration. It was much wor
