When my son Kian’s teacher said he wasn’t eating lunch, I was worried. I packed more food and called the school—but nothing changed. Then Kian finally admitted: he was giving his lunch to Omar, a quiet boy in his class who never brought food. Kian, just nine, didn’t tell me because he thought I’d be…
When my son Kian’s teacher said he wasn’t eating lunch, I was worried. I packed more food and called the school—but nothing changed. Then Kian finally admitted: he was giving his lunch to Omar, a quiet boy in his class who never brought food. Kian, just nine, didn’t tell me because he thought I’d be mad. I wasn’t—I was heartbroken and proud. I reached out to Omar’s sister, Layla, a 21-year-old raising him alone after their parents died. Working two jobs and studying, she was struggling. I offered to send extra lunches labeled as “Kian’s backup.”
