THE LUNCH I PRETENDED NOT TO NEED
At 14, hunger wasn’t the worst part.
Shame was.
I got good at pretending.
“I forgot my lunch.”
I said it casually, like it happened all the time.
The truth was harder to say: we couldn’t afford it.
My mom worked night shifts at a dry cleaner. Rent swallowed almost everything she made. My …
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