Growing up poor, I rarely had full meals. At 13, I had dinner at a classmate’s house, mesmerized by the golden roast. As I took a small bite, her mom startled me by insisting I take more, piling my plate with food. Her kindness touched me deeply, The next day, she visited my home, bringing a roast and stocking our fridge with fresh food. My mom, though shy and embarrassed, was visibly grateful. Over time, she and Mrs. Cooper became close friends, and what started as a simple meal turned into a lasting bond I’ll never forget
