Task 1

It stands, a derelict, haunting house, alike to a graveyard. Living skeletons, with damp, muddy skin stretched over it, slouched in makeshift beds. A nauseating stench of death lingered in the air. Among them, a lone mother sits upright on a rattan mat. She maintained a look of never-ending sadness with an occasional sigh, seemingly letting herself be subject to this terrible fate. An innocent baby, born of merciless fate, sat on his mother’s only possession, sucking on an empty nipple, almost as if warm breast milk was the only food he could have, perhaps ever.