Lunches  − 1 March, 1985

She was a small kid. The kind to be bullied, she cried a lot. She used to spend her break times and lunches reading, totally unaware of what was going on around her. Years later she would see a Lunch Lady who would say that she remembered her because of those lunch hours she spent sprawled on the little gym mats reading.

At least she wasn't getting into fights while she spent her time in a different world.

She hated lunch time. All those kids making so much noise, so many kids she felt were watching her while she tried to find a place somewhere at a table. She was always expecting people to say that No she couldn't sit there. It didn't happen so much. She just felt noone loved her. She didn't see that Yes they would have been friends if she would only look up from her book and smile a bit. But she wasn't the kind of kid that was happy and easygoing. So she didn't smile and was miserable at school.

The thing is...she did feel loved in certain circumstances. When she called her Grandmother and complained and cried about being unloved and Grandma would say that she did love her. And then when her mom made her "special lunch".

She really liked eating that lunch when Mom made it special. To feel loved the lunch had to contain one or many of theses items : Oreo cookies, peanut butter and honey sandwich (most coveted item), a Quaker bar with chocolate, baloney sandwich no mustard. Anything other than that was considered ordinary.

And to this day, she makes herself a peanut butter sandwich with honey when she wants to feel better.

Comments:

intrepideddie (May 2, 2008. 02:41am)

I read this immediately went and made a peanut butter and honey sandwich. Yep. I feel better! Now I need to read a story about drinking a tall glass of milk.

kga245 (May 3, 2008. 06:29am)

mmmmmm