The little girl, carrying a plastic bag, entered the small room next door, where a little boy of about four or five was lying. He was covered with a rag full of holes, the little boy's eyes tightly closed as he lay on the ground, shivering. His lips were cracked, and his little face was red with fever.
"Brother, brother," the little girl struggled to lift the boy up, saying, "Eat something, sister has brought back something tasty, eat more and your illness will be cured..."
The little boy barely opened his eyes to look at the girl, his eyes filled with affection and reliance. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
The little girl carefully took out the food and put it into the boy's mouth. He chewed laboriously a few times but failed to swallow the food after several attempts.
"Brother, please eat something, you haven't eaten in so long..." Tears welled in the girl's eyes as she implored, "If you eat, you'll get better, please eat..."
