STOP SCROLLING. MY SISTER MAY DIE.
I am sitting beside her, watching her breaths grow weaker with every passing moment, feeling helpless as I try to comfort her while she silently suffers from anemia and severe malnutrition.
Today we ran out of enough food and medicine, and I have no money left to provide them. I never imagined I would have to beg strangers to help me care for my sister.









