Meanwhile, Clyde returned home carrying bag after bag of supplies. Inside, his mother and younger sister were seated by the side, going through their meager stock and doing an inventory before preparing dinner.
Without Clyde's father, the only elder left in their family was his mother, and now it was just the three of them — Clyde, a 19-year-old boy, and his sister, who was even younger. The burden of providing for the family had fallen squarely on his shoulders.
His mother and sister were trying their best to stretch every supply they had, anxious about the days ahead. Watching them fuss over every can and packet, Clyde felt a tight sting in his chest and a sourness in his nose. These were women who once lived in comfort, used to fine meals, and never having to worry about basic needs. But here they were — cautious, frugal, and silently worried.
