Every afternoon at 2:30, six kids burst through Champale Anderson’s front door in St. Louis—but they’re not hers. They’re neighbors, sprinting from the school bus to her yard where she’s laid out rows of brown paper bags stuffed with sandwiches, fruit, and snacks.
The single mom of six started this ritual after watching kids dig through her trash cans looking for food. “I saw them eating what my kids threw away,” she says quietly. That image haunted her.
Now, for three years running, she’s spent her own grocery money transforming her front lawn into an impromptu food station. Between 2:30 and 6:00 p.m., a steady stream of children—some as young as five—grab bags without saying a word, just grateful nods.
The hardest part? Watching kids return at dusk for a second bag. “That’s when I know it’s their dinner too,” Champale says, her voice cracking.
She doesn’t ask for donations or recognition. She just shows up, every single school day, because in her neighborhood, a brown paper bag filled with love might be the only thing standing between a child and an empty stomach.
“These aren’t just hungry kids,” she says simply. “They’re our kids.”
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