"Ahahaha, mommy stop".
In an old and dusty shack with barely a plank of wood to call a roof, a little boy was being tickled by a woman.
"It tickles! Stop it! hahahahah".
Scene shifts to the boy and his mother sitting on the floor with a roasted fish in front of them.
"Eat"
"But mommy...".
The boy was all skinny and weak like his mom.
"I've eaten already so don't worry about me".
He reluctantly picked up the fish knowing that she was lying, she looked pale and sick but had the warmest smile on her face warm enough to make them oblivious to the harsh downpour of rain that was pouring down on them.
With only a single plank of wood to count on as a roof, the two were drenched in the rain.
The scene changes once again.
The boy was holding the hand of the woman as she had gotten sick and was lying on the floor coughing out blood.
