Instead of a joyful child’s cry, they heard only silence. In the corner of the kitchen, sitting on the cold floor, was Liza. In front of her stood an empty bowl she had already licked clean.
The girl’s face was pale, her eyes – empty. She didn’t run to them, she didn’t smile. In a low voice, she kept repeating the same words over and over:
— I’m not hungry… I don’t want to eat anymore…
The parents froze.
Their child, who just yesterday had been a cheerful little girl, now looked at them with eyes in which there was nothing childlike left – only a bottomless emptiness.
