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... A few years ago, I lost my parents. To a child who couldn’t sleep because of hunger, I told the lie, ‘Tomorrow will be a better day.’ Ten of us shared moldy bread and endured the winter with each other’s body heat.”
Eileen continued her speech in the square as countless people watched her.
“What terrified me most back then wasn’t hunger or poverty. It was the fact that I would have to keep lying to the children tomorrow.”
As Eileen spoke, the people recalled their impover ...
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