Radio hope

Childhood

'I hope someone is listening' I thought to myself. It was 567th day I was stuck in this garbage hall. I hadn't eaten anything but can food and noodles for over a year. To be honest I already got sick of those. That usually happens when you eat the same exact thing every day for almost your whole life. I wish I could find just a little bit of soil, so I can finally grow the seeds that I got from I grandpa. I would give anything to taste a fresh food again, especially cucumber and lettuce. They were my favourites as a child. My mom used to make a salad with those, and she always added a bit of can corn. I loved eating it.
But now... Now, I had no one left in this world. Not even a single person. My father died protecting my mother. My mother died while giving birth to my little baby sister, who died shortly after birth too. I couldn't handle caring about a baby when I was 11 and almost surviving too. And my grandpa, he died the first, he was my favourite, I still remember the last time that I saw him.
'Let me go and grab some cucumber so we can make your salad' he said
'Ok. You will come back, right?' I was worried because I just learned why I can't go outside like my grandpa did in his stories.
'Yes, I will, what a stupid question'
'Promise?'
'Promise.' He said with the most trustable and the kindest face ever.
But he never came back. Robots got him on the way back to our shelter. He got ripped apartright in front of my eyes. Those memories still haunt me....
I was running out of food and liquid to drink too. I didn't know where I could find regular clean water. For the last week I only drank sodas and weirdly neon-coloured drinks, which wasn't real great. Because of the sweeteners, which are the huge part of any supermarket drink, I constantly felt thirstier than I was at the start. So it just was a cycle: get thirsty, drink something, get thirstier.
The only thing I had since the day I could remember myself was my radio. I kept and protected like a mother would protect her child. Every day since I got left alone I sent a signal of help. Every day, 3 times at a day, at same exact time I repeated the same exact sentence: 'hi? I hope someone is listening' and every day I didn't get any answer.
Until one day that I suddenly heard something from radio. It was a radio murmur...