😯 My daughter brought a classmate home, then something fell out of her backpack: “What is that?” I asked her, horrified.
One day, my daughter Anna brought a classmate home and said, “She’s going to eat with us,” as if it wasn’t a request.
She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt, worn-out shoes, and wouldn’t look up at me. It was the first time I had seen her, and I thought she must simply be a modest child.
During dinner, she stayed very quiet. My husband tried to talk to her, but she barely answered. She ate slowly, but with an appetite—as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in a long time.
After she left, I asked Anna what kind of family she came from. She explained that she came from a poor family: her father worked nonstop to pay the bills, and the previous week, they didn’t even have electricity anymore.
“You know, sometimes she doesn’t eat anything during the day,” Anna told me, and that sentence broke my heart. I suggested that she bring her over sometimes for dinner.
From time to time, she came to our house. She would just eat what I gave her and never asked for anything more.
One day, as she was about to leave, her backpack slipped off her shoulder. I knelt down to help pick it up, and that’s when I noticed something inside.
“What is that?” I asked, horrified.
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There were papers: bills, coins, a disconnection notice marked “Final Warning,” and a notebook.
On one page: “Eviction,” and underneath: “What we will take first if we are evicted.”
I whispered, “Lizie… what is this?”
She froze, unable to look up.
My daughter murmured, “Lizie, you didn’t tell us it was this bad!”
My husband leaned closer to her: “Is there anywhere else you could go?”
She shook her head.
Anna squeezed her hand: “We’ll find a solution.”
In the end, thanks to help from the school, the food bank, and the landlord, Lizie finally received support.
