“You can drop me off here,” Lauren told her classmate, Katie. They stopped in front of her family’s house. She grabbed her knapsack and pushed open the door. “Thanks for the ride.”
Katie smiled. “No problem. Nice home. Want me to pick you up tomorrow?”
“No, thanks. I’ll take the bus. I can catch up on my reading.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
Lauren smiled and got out of the car. She waved goodbye and waited until the car was out of sight before she walked away from the house.
Twenty minutes later, she let herself into her little apartment. The knapsack slid from her shoulder and onto the floor. She was tired of pretending that everything was fine when she was scraping together just enough cash to buy a bus pass every month and eating Kraft dinners. She couldn’t turn to her parents for help. They’d kicked her out because she was pregnant.
She opened the envelope from her aunt. Inside was a big, fat cheque. Tears sprang to her eyes. No more Kraft dinners.
This story was inspired by a post I read about students who are living in poverty, struggling to get by. Some of them get help from relatives while others can’t turn to their parents for whatever reasons. Some of them are single parents. According to the post, there are over 50 universities and colleges across the country have food banks or some sort of free food provision program for needy students.
Source: McGill Reporter;