There was a girl in my class who often came without lunch. She would smile and say, “My mom forgot again,” trying to hide the situation. Most people didn’t notice, but it stayed on my mind. I told my mom, and she started packing two lunches every morning. We shared lunch every day, and slowly she began to feel more comfortable and happy.
As time went by, school ended and our lives moved in different directions. We didn’t stay in touch, and years passed. One morning I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. It was her, and her voice sounded warm and grateful. She remembered those school lunches like they happened yesterday.....
