Amy was the girl in our class who had nothing. Her clothes were worn, her backpack frayed, and she never brought lunch. Kids teased her relentlessly. I was her only friend \u2014 not because I was brave, but because I couldn\u2019t stand watching her go hungry. So I started packing extra food.<\/p>\n
One day, I handed her a cheese sandwich and lied, \u201cI\u2019m not hungry.\u201d She hesitated, then took it. The next day, I brought more. My mom never asked questions. Amy always said thank you in a voice so soft it barely reached the air.<\/p>\n
She was quiet, but brilliant \u2014 funny, creative, and kind. She once drew a pencil sketch of us on the swings. I kept it tucked in my notebook for years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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