After dinner, Sam handed her a banana casually.
“House rule,” she said. “Nobody leaves hungry.”
The way Lizie looked at it—it meant more than it should have.
Once she left, I didn’t hold back.
“Sam, you can’t just bring people home. We’re barely managing.”
She stood her ground.
“She didn’t eat all day, Mom. What was I supposed to do?”
I tried to respond, but she kept going.
“She almost passed out in gym. They told her to eat better—but how is she supposed to do that when there’s nothing to eat?”
That stopped me.
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