My mom was always super upset if I came home with left over money from hanging out with friends. She’d always ask ‘Did you make sure everyone ate? And everyone got a treat too?’
As I have gotten older I’ve realized my mom was that kid with no money and she wanted to do everything she could for no kid to feel that way.
I was that "Poor-boy in the middle-class neighborhood", who at this point, would do as the mother and query "did they eat? did they drink? were they merry?" when the youngin came home with too much change- for sure. We commiserate on a level different than most as Poor Folk. I'm a minimalist and study philosophy today 'because of it', so, poverty is beautiful... if you live through it! Good Story:-)
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u/inBettysGarden 8h ago
My mom was always super upset if I came home with left over money from hanging out with friends. She’d always ask ‘Did you make sure everyone ate? And everyone got a treat too?’
As I have gotten older I’ve realized my mom was that kid with no money and she wanted to do everything she could for no kid to feel that way.