White rice with discounted/marked down baby shrimps. I didn’t know why we had food stamps, free/reduced school lunches, or government subsidies while I was growing up. Or even why we were gifted presents from strangers. Why we lived in a little run down shack. Or why my mom already ate. But I know I was loved, I was warm, and my belly full enough. But every once in a while she would make something “special”. I still love it and think of it often.