...ve to the dark skinned people that I hadn’t even dreamed of meeting before, let alone befriending.

Charles made his way out of the door, stopping and turning, asking me ‘if I needed his assistance anymore?’ His face questioning my good dead. He must be asking himself ‘why’ I was carrying out this task. As I was myself, over and over. I had not been prepared for this hardship that I saw with my very own eyes. James’s soothing words not even entering my head.

I did the best I could, although each and everyone of them never complained that one sip was not enough. I rationed the water as best as I could as I didn’t know when we would have any more if any. Then i took a sip for myself. The liquid sliding down, cooling the burning. Even though one sip wasn't nearly enough, so i thought about doing the rounds again.

And to think that outside those small windows there is a vast amount of water, that remains totally undrinkable.