The family decide to take one more risk on top of all of the others that they've already taken.
They go to the bus station and the boy's father buys them tickets, counting the last of their dollar bills over to the cashier.
Their bellies ache with hunger. The only meal they'd had since arriving was one at the customs office cafeteria. The bus trip would be two whole days of travelling.
They needed to eat so the boy's mother took matters into her own hands.
A block down from the bus station, right before they were due to leave, she stole three loaves of bread from a market, hiding them under her coat and running back to the station.
She cried as she handed them over to her family, her cheeks flushed with shame.
They climbed onto the bus, the air already heavy with the packed mass of the other passengers. They had no money but they had food, their belongings, and a new destination.
