Su Yunuo held up her hands to ward off the leaves swirling in the wind. She squinted and glanced at the house, visible in the distance, with a weary expression. With strained arms, she struggled to lift the increasingly heavy basket on her back.,Today, it seemed like a storm was about to break. Thinking of that dilapidated house with a roof but no real protection from the elements, Su Yunduo felt a wave of helplessness wash over her.,The current state of poverty in our home cannot be changed overnight. We can only take things one step at a time. With these meager provisions in my basket, we are able to have a decent meal for dinner today.。