"Come in quick. Close the door, too," Weister uttered nervously the moment he stepped into their dwelling.0

His mother, Elena, placed the empty plate she was holding on the table before turning toward Weister. "Where have you been the past few days? Are you hungry? Should I cook you something to eat?"0

Disregarding his mother's questions, Weister turned up the wick of the oil lamp to brighten the room. He then pulled his younger brother and sister, who were diligently weaving a fishnet, closer to him before taking out two fist-sized pieces of white bread and stuffing them into their hands.0

"Eat up. I specially went to the residential area and got them."0

Holding the two loaves of white bread in their hands, his younger siblings didn't take a bite. Instead, a hint of concern and worry filled their eyes as they...0