With incredible dignity the dying child rises up. She looks into the eyes of the woman feeding her this last supper.

Her last supper. Her body has starved. Is close to death.

Her eyes are wide now. Soft tears trace down the woman's face.

The girl touches one tiny finger to her cheek. Touching the moisture.

No smile. No strength. Swallowing one last bit of milk-soaked bread.

Her eyes close. Her mother sobs in the corner. Too weak to caress her child.

The last one.

No more.

This is the only divinity in the world.

Gazing from the eyes of the children.