Title: Lunch Box
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Plastic containers remind me of school. Mom insisted on packing healthy food, and ample quantities. She always included a sandwich of homemade bread and last night’s leftovers. No one else brought salmon filet BLTs, or tomato, eggplant, and mozzarella on focaccia, neatly sliced and arranged next to weird snacks.
I was self-conscious, and embarrassed, as the kids gathered to investigate mom’s latest concoction. Most days they sneered, but sometimes, someone asked for a bite.
Years later, they said I was lucky to have a mom that loved me. Amid protests, I continue the tradition and pack my kid’s lunch box.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
As I was reading, I was thinking, this will be something she will appreciate in later years!
This is great, Jo.
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Isn’t that the way it goes? The hard stuff is what we hold in our memories. Thanks, Dale.
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It sure is! And yes, the easy stuff is not meant to teach us anything 😉
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And yet we are all searching for easy. Counter intuitive? No?
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As we search for easy, we hit hard. The we can appreciate the ease the hardness brought (at least one hopes…)
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My mom was never that fancy, but she always put fruits and vegetables in my lunch. I drooled over everybody else’s processed crap. Now that I can have it whenever I want, I wouldn’t touch it.
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It is fun how our perceptions can change over time. You are probably better off overall as a result. 🍎
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I think I am.
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You forget the little things that made school days such a trial, trying to fit in with everyone else. I’m glad she appreciates what her mum did in the end.
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Oh, I’m sure she didn’t see it at the time. Thanks for reading, Iain.
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Sweet story, Jo. Lovely take on the photo prompt.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you, Susan.
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You WERE lucky. I used to envy the kids that had packed lunches. Most of the time I didn’t get lunch at all. The “rich” kids would steal my free lunch ticket. They ate high on the hog while I starved. That’s when I discovered that I could find an entire salad in the school yard…well, unless the snow buried it.
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Oh, my. Children can be so cruel to each other. I was lucky. We lived in a small town and one of the lunch ladies was a neighbor. She looked out for us and made sure everyone got fed, even if they didn’t have the money. Sounds like you made the best of a bad situation, my friend. 👍🙂
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Makes me ever so thankful that I listened to my Great Grands when they told me what was edible in the yard, and Mom, for all her abusive ways, did teach me how to hunt and fish. I’ve been hungry, yes, but I’ve never completely starved. Fall and winter are hard for green edibles, though.
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We lead by example. A+ for this mom.
Tracey
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Thank you Tracey. It was a great prompt.
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sometimes, we learn to appreciate things only when they’re gone.
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Better late, than never, my friend. ❤
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Kids get embarrassed easily, but mom is always right! Right?
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I would never question my mother. Yep she is always right. 🙂
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😍❤️
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You are doing your child a good service. Michael Moore’s movie, “Where to Invade Next” shows what school lunches are like in other countries and then compares it to the offal (synonym for what it is) US kids have to choose from in the cafeteria. When my kids (now in their 30s) were in school, they got a peanut butter sandwich, baby carrots, fruit rollups, and fruit juice box. They still hate those baby carrots even today!
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Interesting stuff, my friend. I for one, love those baby carrots. I also remember eating the other kid’s spinach from their hot lunch trays. There wasn’t much else worth eating.
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Lovely story! She sounds like a great mum, and the tradition continues 🙂
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Thanks draliman. There is nothing like a family tradition 🙂
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An endearing story, that reminds me of my schooldays.
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I am thrilled it brought back pleasant memories, James ❤
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Mom that packs lunch keeps her kids healthy. It is way better than canteen food.
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Very true, Abhijit. Thanks for reading.
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Mom’s know how to keep their kids healthy. Good lunches and good nutrition.
Lovely story.
Isadora 😎
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Gotta love Mom. Thanks Isadora. 🙂
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My kids’ lunches were sandwiches with homemade bread, homemade desserts. Other kids always wanted to trade with them. Once I discovered one of my sons was trading my good sandwiches for icky boiled hotdogs in store-bought buns. To him, it was a treat. Didn’t last long, though 🙂
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What a wonderful memory, Linda. I, for one, would never trade a homemade lunch for a yucky hot dog. 🤮 Thank you for sharing your story. 😊
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ha! This is so true. My daughter used to by shy about the lunches I pack for her. Now she has gotten used to it. Usually, I make a sandwich out of last night’s supper.
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How wonderful, Fatima. Nothing makes me smile like a homemade lunch. 😊 I’m sure it will become a fond memory for your daughter.
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