One night a man came to our house and told me, "There is a family with eight children. They have nothing to eat for days." I took some food and went. When I finally came to the family, I saw the ugly face of those little children by hunger. There was no sorrow   or sadness in their faces, just the deep pain of hunger. I gave the rice to the mother. She divided  it into two, and went out, carry half the rice with her. When she came back, I asked her, "Where did you go?" She gave me this simple answer, "To my neighbours----they are also hungry." I was not surprised that she gave----because poor people are unselfish . But I was surprised that she knew they were hungry. As a rule, when we are in trouble, we think more about ourselves, and have no time for others. The mother went out to    _   .
give some rice to her neighbours look for her children cook the rice buy some rice