Seeing his family in a place like this was wrong. Just wrong. He had always pictured them living in their house until they were old and grey. All those kids that had arrived had given that hope substance and nourishment. Some might have been from different futures but they had all shared that house. But this was the hell they had now. This was the life they lived and if nothing was done, this would be where their children would grow up. Tom himself had not grown up rich. His parents had lived a humble life. His education had come through hard work. But here hard work only got you a roof and some food. Food that wasn't always enough for everyone. Tom ate little on those days. Izzy needed to eat. The kids needed to eat. If Jake could survive a war, Tom could deal with a bit of hunger. They were made out of the same material after all. God, he wished Jake would be here sometimes. He would have known how to deal with this.
Tom's first instinct was to tell her to go back to sleep. His wife needed to keep her strength. But there was something more important. "I think I found someone who understands us. At least, a bit. I'll try to catch him tomorrow." T