When I was just 14, life was tough. My family was so poor that I couldn’t even afford lunch at school. Every day, I’d pretend I had forgotten it—just so no one would know how bad things really were. I’d sit alone, watching others eat, hoping no one would notice the hunger in my eyes.
But someone did notice.A kind teacher started bringing me food every single day. She never asked questions or made me feel ashamed. She just smiled, handed me a small lunch, and went on with her day.