Later that evening, when I got home and opened my backpack to get my schoolbooks, I froze. Nestled inside was a warm Tupperware container filled with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and a small slice of pie.
On top was a handwritten note: “No child should go hungry on Thanksgiving. – Mrs. R.”
My chest tightened. The same woman who had chastised me had quietly packed a full meal to take home. I ate every bite in bed, tears slipping down my cheeks, because such unexpected kindness felt both strange and unforgettable.
