Huger — Ani

And maybe, just maybe, she was getting hungry again.

That night, she looked in the mirror and saw a girl with tired eyes and messy hair. A girl who had lost too much too fast. But also a girl who had just eaten chicken and rice out of a casserole dish with a serving spoon, who had carried birdseed up three flights of stairs, who had felt the sun on her face for the first time in weeks. Ani Huger

She was still Ani Huger.