The Price of Belonging
Language: en
Ever since I was a kid, I hated taking things I hadn't earned. When I was seven, the lunch lady at my foster home shorted me half a scoop of meat and still had the nerve to call me greedy. "You little bottomless pits are going to eat this whole foster home into bankruptcy!" I actually thought we were eating too much. So, for a whole month, I secretly weighed every single portion of food served to the kids. The purchasing logs showed 100 pounds of meat. But only 70 pounds ever made it onto our plates. It turned out the kids she constantly yelled at hadn't taken an extra bite. The missing…