Orange juice splashed into my eyes as I'm cutting up oranges for the fruit salad. Grapes, pineapples, apples, strawberries, raspberries, melons, any fruit you would have thought about was going into this fruit salad. The whiff of the barbecue my Aunt is making in my right nostril. To my left is my cousin Brianna helping me cut fruit.

We are almost done, setting up the chinaware. People from all over are starting to line up, hungrier than ever. I look at everyone once I'm finished setting up the plates and I see the faces of sadness and terror. I was scared for them, knowing that their life could flash before their eyes and change completely. 

 I’m ready to serve them their food, one scoop at a time, going as fast as possible trying to make sure we made enough food for everyone. But as we get to the end of the line, I start seeing people get up for seconds.

“I feel so bad for them,” I said to Brianna, as we were waiting for more people to join the line and get seconds. 

“I know, me too, no one should have to go through that,” she said back to me. 

I feel a tear rolling down my cheek as I'm trying to pack up the food. When one tear hits my arm, I feel just about five more coming down on each side of my face. I look at Brianna and I see that she’s crying too. I see her walking to her mom, and I start to join her. My face is on my Aunt’s shoulder just trying to hug her while my shoulder and Bri’s shoulder are rubbing against each other as we sob. Thanking her for giving us this experience to help other people.