When the narrator was 12, life took a sharp turn—her dad lost his job, and her once-comfortable family began struggling to make ends meet. The tension at home was quiet but constant: hushed conversations, unpaid bills, and a heaviness in her mother’s eyes. At school, it was worse. While classmates ate lunch, she sat with only a bottle of water, pretending not to be hungry, hiding her growing shame and hunger.
Then, something changed. One day, she opened her backpack and found a warm pie. The next day, it was an apple. Then a sandwich. Every day, something new appeared—quiet gifts with no explanation. No one mentioned them, and she never asked. But with each small meal, she felt a little more seen, a little less alone. It was a thread of hope in a time when everything felt broken.
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