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Pacific Byiringiro
Pacific Byiringiro
@pacific06@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
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Pacific Byiringiro
Pacific Byiringiro
@pacific06@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
After pulling their nets from the pond, the children gather closely, counting the tiny fish caught with tired hands and quiet hope. Each small fish means a meal, a chance to sleep without hunger. There is no celebration, only relief. In their eyes, you see both struggle and strength children forced to survive before they are allowed to dream
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
A young boy sits quietly on an anthill, watching the pond in silence as he waits for his friends to finish fishing. With empty hands and patient eyes, he carries the same hunger and hope knowing his turn to eat depends on what the water gives today.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
Near the pond, children stand quietly around dirty water, fishing not for play but for survival. Their small hands search for food where schoolbooks should be, their eyes carrying hunger instead of dreams. This is not a choice it is life forcing them to grow too fast. Until hope reaches them, the water remains their classroom and survival their daily lesson.
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