I watched proudly as the women, who had been starved by others, now shared their food with those who had allowed them to go hungry. They had finally been given the chance to eat lavishly, but chose to give it up in hopes that it would make a difference in the future.
It must have been hard for them, I thought. It was difficult for me, and I had only observed. The temptation to eat our huge portions with smug satisfaction, while others were hungry, was undeniable. It would have been so sweet. But in the grand scheme, it would change nothing. And we desperately hoped that their sacrifice might.
When everyone had received their portion, we sat down to eat. The room filled with the sounds of enjoyment—moans of satisfaction that made the meal feel all the more gratifying.
Suddenly, Fiona
