Bernadine left without eating. For two days, she refused to answer Neil’s calls. Eventually, I decided to visit her with a bag of Thanksgiving leftovers. When she opened the door, her eyes immediately filled with tears. She invited me inside, and we sat together at her small kitchen table.
“I wasn’t always like this,” she finally admitted. She explained that growing up, she had rarely received the best portions. She had convinced herself that children needed to learn patience and sacrifice. But somewhere along the way, she had forgotten what it felt like to be a hungry child.
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