There was a girl in our class from a poor family.
Every day, she’d smile shyly and say,
“Oh, Mom forgot my lunch again!”
No one really paid attention.
Some kids laughed, others ignored her.
To be honest, even I didn’t think much of it at first.
But something about her eyes—those tired, embarrassed eyes—stuck with me.
So, one afternoon, I went home and told my mom.
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