I Am Depressed And Hungry - Original Writing

I have always loved the feel of an early morning. Back home I used to wake up early to go fishing with my dad. The blue sky with rays of oranges and yellows always soothed me. However, this morning had everything that I have always loved, but it had an ominous tone to it. It had rained the day before so the only noise that I kept hearing was the splashing of boots on the murky mud.

Imagine having to run away from your hometown with thousands of other boys you don’t know. Then imagine having to walk 16 hours a day to provide dirty water for your family. Well there’s a boy named Salva that had to run away and walk thousands of miles not knowing where he’s going or where is family is. But for a girl named Nya she had to persevere walking through the hot weather stepping on thorns for 16 hours everyday just to provide dirty water for their family. Nya and Salva have a hard and sad life, but they couldn’t have survived through it without unity, love, and perseverance.

What do you think Homelessness/Poverty is? Why is the circumstances like? And how can we get out of Poverty? In today’s society Homelessness is simply defined as the absence of a place to live. So now that we know what is Homelessness we can think of many things such as houses, finance and the current environment. Approximately, 235,000 Canadians experience homelessness each year. The number of homelessness people, and the length of time they spend homeless, continues to rise. You can be wondering why do people come in Homelessness but the thinking realistic Homelessness is not a choice; anyone can become homeless. Although the root cause is Poverty, underlying issues include; poor physical or mental health, violence or abuse in the home, lack of employment or income, and a shortage of affordable housing. We as human beings can only help them and support; I have seen some people who don’t even value the people living on the street and asking for food or money. Toronto is the capital of Canada, and in Toronto we will see a lot of people who are in this situation. In the past 25 years, there has been a 450% increase in the number of youth shelter beds in Toronto. Living in a Poverty is no fun, it feels like you're living in a jail. I feel bad for those who don’t even have shelters or clothes to put on. I will share an example of mine; when I went to Toronto I seen a man sitting on the ground with dirty and ripped clothes on and he had a bowl asking people to give him money. So there are people who are really in this situation and some pretending to be. But in my point of view, So I would just say don’t just think about yourself but think about others who are suffering.

In the novel, A Long Walk To Water by Linda Sue Park, A girl named Nya was walking to water. A boy named salva was running away from war. Nya finally reached the water, and went home. Salva has started walking to a refugee camp in Ethiopia. Nya has moved by a lake to have water during a dry season, but after a couple months she goes back home. Salva finally reaches a refugee camp, but he eventually moves to different ones. The villagers in Nya’s village are improving their living space. Salva goes to live in America, but eventually goes back to Sudan to see his father. Nya’s village finished the improvements to their village. Then, Nya saw salva and went to say thank you for improving her village. Salva’s age changes throughout the story, at

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

In Linda Sue Park’s novel, A Long Walk to Water, two Sudanese children take readers on a journey through their world. At different times in history, the stories of Nya, a young and carefree girl, and Salva, a boy with a humble heart, weave together to create an intriguing story with a hopeful message. Salva and Nya use perseverance to help them find success despite difficult circumstances, namely crossing the Akobo desert,leading the boys to Kenya, and the daily routine to receive water.

The next day the garden was ready to pick and I was happy daddy was home in time to help me pick it. The last five years the garden produced an awful lot of food for us. It was hard to pick, shuck, can, slice, and take out the hulls in one day. Today we got done with it under two hours.

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes played over the scenery. A part of her couldn’t fathom a time when

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

One dark, howling night in October, I was camping at Lake Greeson all alone. It was freezing. I felt as if I opened the tent there would be ten feet of snow. The campfire needed to be put out before I went to bed.

After a supper of fried fish, grits, and biscuits, the children’s bellies were full and their imaginations were running wild- they hadn’t completely forgotten living on the trail- The same as when they were younger, they wanted Charity to tell them a story before they went to sleep. She smiled at their eagerness, remembering all the stories she had told them at night while they were on the trail from Sandersville to Canton. It seemed that once they were settled in a house and not camping under the stars, the need for her bedtime stories were no longer necessary. Living on the trail seemed to bring her children much closer to her; she missed living that way…

Songbird slowly dropped the pumpkin seeds into the little holes her mother had made, making sure they made their way in perfectly.

After the short hour and a half plane ride, we arrived at her “house.” My eyes glowed at the sight.

Living in the streets with no money, lonely, depressed and not being in a good state of mind how could you manage that?

As I hiked up the mountain I saw a cluster of teepees sitting upon the mountain. When I approached the village, a beautiful young woman caught my eye, as I drew near she warmly invited me in and offered her best mat to sit on. As I made myself comfortable we began to talk.