Eating was everything in my childhood.
Neighbors used to support my snacks.
Before that they liked to ask some stupid questions for payment like”Who... Where... what...”
I preferred to sing and dance for food though it sounded like begging still.
To be honest ,I’d like to kill myself at once if I were there .
But I was a kid ,that’s a kid did.
It’s a pretty excuse for forgiving myself.
I used to take some more after finishing snacks to my Mum with pride.
By then ,my mum would always put on a complicated face .
Once I went to a yard where I had not been there before .It was not far away from my house.
I walked in and saw a young woman and the table that was set with her lunch.
It smelled so good .So I enjoyed the food with her.
I did not remember anything she said and her looking,but the taste of the meal remained till now.
It was the first time I met her and the last time,ether.
I told my mum about the adventure 20 years later.But my mum did not know there was a neighbor like her.
Kids like me were taken care in that way carelessly . Parents did not know what had happened to us.
Their responses shocked us when we told the stories to them.
They even did not think it was a big deal.
What I could say is :
Thank for goodness,I met a strange person who was kind to me.
