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12/06/22

“A lesson in kindness.” Admin

For the third time that morning, I opened the refrigerator. I don’t know what I was expecting to find inside. Cheez Whiz, Kool-Aid and Jell-O pudding, like other kids had? Not in my house.

 

We had orange blocks of cheese and milk made from powder, all with “U.S. Government” stamped on the label, reminding us who the food really belonged to.

 

Not us. Nothing was yours unless you paid for it, and there was very little my family could afford.

 

“Rosemary, close the door,” my mother said. “You’re wasting energy.”

 

I sighed and shut the door. Mom never worried about all the things we didn’t have. “The Lord will provide” was her answer to everything. Each time we lost another house, another chance in another town, she had faith God would make everything all right.

 

“Yeah, right,” I grumbled, plopping myself down at the table. I didn’t trust God to provide anything here in Ashtabula, Ohio, any more than he’d provided anywhere else. At 9 years old, I’d learned not to trust anyone. I didn’t know how Mom could, either.

 

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