Growing up, I came from a background of extreme poverty. I’ll never forget the time I was thirteen years old and was invited to stay for dinner at a classmate’s house. As I sat down at the table, my eyes widened at the sight of the gorgeous roast. My mouth watered as I watched her parents begin to eat. Eagerly, I dipped my fork into the food, but a piercing stare from my friend stopped me in my tracks.
She looked at me and said in a loud voice, “Did you seriously take that little? That’s so inadequate!”
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