World Hunger: A Discriptive Personal Experience
It’s been eight years, and I still remember the rich, expensive taste of Asian delicacies, with scent of fine spices and aromas that made your mouth slowly drip, like a leaky faucet. The shimmering look of the glaze that illuminated the sweet tasting ham, and the warmth it felt overwhelmed me as the food slowly slid down my throat and into my stomach. Although I was too young to realize this, the luck of being fed was enough to make anyone content. It might even be said that compared to some, I was lucky. Walking down the culinary streets of Manila, Philippines, I not only realized the island foods that were displayed all around, but also the poor, the beggars, the homeless, and the children. Children who limped slowly as if they carried weights behind their backs, their eyes teary from the stabbing pains they had not only in their stomachs but certainly in their hearts, lips so pale they almost matched the white of their eyes, clothes that have never been washed, and moans that seemingly followed me throughout my fine dining experience. Though young and inexperienced with the real world, I had many thoughts of what was going on. It not only left me in question, but also in sadness. I remember the restaurant, surrounded
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Approximate Word count = 964
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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