My Lunchbox
I open up my lunchbox in anticipation. Inside I have a small red apple, a wholemeal chicken sandwich and a decent sized piece of chocolate cake. On the side I have little compartments with bits of dried fruits and a couple of grapes, and squished on top is my pop top apple juice bottle. I know this is too much for me to eat but I don’t mind. I start on the cake, getting the gooey icing all over my fingers. It makes me feel good inside. It makes me think of my mum, labouring away for at least an hour trying to make this cake perfect, just for me. I know she had better things to do. But she did it anyway. My lunch to me, says just how much she loves me. I look around me. Many of the kids around me don’t have lunchboxes. Some of them don’t even have lunch. I pity them. They’ll never know the love there can be in just one small lunchbox.
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Hi Natalie, this is full of good feelings. Great to read your work and your blog is terrific — Imogen Crest, Hermit
Very descriptive– now I want a piece of gooey chocolate cake!
Natalie, I loved this - it warmed my heart. In spite of the horrors I discovered in their schoolbags, my kids now say they were happy I made good lunches for them, and do the same for their own kids. I think they avoid giving them bananas though!
Fabulous Nat. I too felt desolate when I saw so many children with no lunch box and no lunch. I remember sitting around at school, when I was a student, sharing sandwiches and trading.
It’s all about belonging, isn’t it Nat?
Great voice you’ve got here, I’m glad you are here.
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Welcome, Nat,
It’s almost dinner time and you’ve made me hungry.
You got to me with the gooey chocolate, I think I better take the brownies out of the freezer.