It started with something small — a girl in my class who never had a lunch. She never complained or asked for help. She just sat quietly, smiling like hunger was normal. Every day she’d say, “Oh, Mom forgot my lunch again,” with a soft laugh that didn’t match the sadness in her eyes. One day, I told my mom about her. I explained how she tried to disappear during lunch, how she pretended it didn’t bother her.
