Eating was everything.

Eating was everything.

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.