Old lady in my neighbourhood is a lunch lady and today she told me:

“I see what kids eat. More importantly, I see what they don’t eat. There’s a boy in grade 4… sweet kid. Always wears the same oversized hoodie.

Every day for two weeks, he’d open his lunchbox, look inside, and then close it. He’d tell his friends, ‘I’m not hungry today.’ But I heard his stomach growl from the serving line.

The box was empty.

I didn’t want to embarrass him. Kids can be cruel. So, I started a 'game.' I walked by his table and said loudly, ‘Oh shoot…’

I made way too many grilled cheese sandwiches today. If nobody eats these, I have to throw them in the trash. Who can help me out?’

His eyes lit up. He raised his hand slowly. I gave him two. And an apple. And a chocolate milk.

‘You're doing me a huge favor,’ I whispered.

Now, every day, he comes to the counter to check if I made 'mistakes.' I make a mistake every single day. And I always will.”