"Uncle, please, let me get in line. My mom and I have been hungry for two to three days. If we don't get something to eat, we'll starve to death. Please let me line up with you," the boy pleaded, his face yellowed and emaciated from hunger. In these past days, following his mother and wandering from place to place, he was filthy, his clothes sticky with dirt and everywhere smeared with grime, his face was also dirty, and his hair was a complete mess, looking utterly humble as he begged.