When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to sc…
When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school without any food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches—apples, cookies, sandwiches—I sat quietly pretending I wasn’t hungry. I buried my face in a book, trying to hide the sound of my empty stomach. Deep […]







