My mom asked me to sit down. Then Ms. Allen started speaking in a quiet voice. She said, “I noticed how you reacted during dinner last night. At first, I didn’t understand why you wouldn’t look at anyone, but now I realize…you’re just not used to having enough to eat. You seemed hungry, but you also seemed embarrassed.”
For a moment, my ears rang and I could barely process her words. All I remembered was that they had passed around a basket of warm rolls, thick slices of meat, and a spread of vegetables. I had been so amazed by the meal that it was hard for me to focus on anything else. I must have stared at the dishes like they were something from another planet.
