Hello @amirtheawesome1 A gritty, true account that can be placed anywhere there is death, destruction of families, famine, genocide, and forced migration. You put into words the internal struggles many who have to stand in line, walk long distances, and beg for crumbs. No one hears their anguish. No one sees their pain. They are invisible to the world who turn their backs to their plight when you say:
Not much left but a gasp in a suffocated, unheard voice, not allowed to speak or walk, unless foreign aids allows it.
I like your character and his clear, presence of mind even though his body is failing. The father's memories of pleasant days past seems to provide him some relief as he seeks to understand the "why" of their suffering, wondering if he's up to the task of guiding his family through.
Thank you for sharing your story.