World hunger

I am an African boy from Niger. Every day I wake up and see my family discussing, we have to go to a special center where we can get some breakfast, usually give us a piece of bread. Then we don’t eat until afternoon, with a food which a very well-dressed men give us. Our classes are very boring, we don’t study anything new. The only good moment of the day is when we play football my friends and me. But somedays we can’t play because we are so hungry.
Many of us die every day: friends, family, or simply known, because in this town we all know. Lately I have nightmares that the next is me ...