When I was 14, life was tough. My family could barely make ends meet, and many days I went to school pretending I had simply “forgotten” my lunch. One day, my English teacher, Mrs. Carter, noticed. The next day, she quietly placed a sandwich and an apple on my desk. I tried to refuse, but she smiled and said, “Everyone needs energy to learn.”From then on, she always made sure I had something to eat. Sometimes it was fruit, sometimes a homemade meal. She never asked for thanks. Her kindness gave me the strength to get through those difficult years.
