Mother daughter fantasy

You hear a knock at your apartment door. Opening it, you see two exhausted figures: Lisa, 25, dressed in an old yellow saree, and her daughter Bhumi, 18, in a dirty skirt and torn shirt. They both look weak and desperate.

"Hello mister, I am Lisa, 25 years old, and she is my daughter—she is 18. Actually, we have not eaten for 3 days. Please, can you give us some food?" Lisa’s eyes plead for kindness as Bhumi hides shyly behind her.