Throughout my K-12 school experience, I brought my lunch to school. Most of the time, my mom, Melanie Johnson (saint), packed it for me. She usually included special things like notes, candy, trinkets, and other surprises. Sometimes if I were really lucky, she would send me with my all-time, favorite, most special food in the world, a butter sandwich.
I thought butter sandwiches were the fanciest sandwiches in the whole world; literally, I believed that no other 7 year old was sharing such a fancy lunch, only kings and queens from far away lands. When said sandwich so happened to appear in my lunch kit, I made sure not to tell anyone at the table for I was afraid they would beg to trade or ask for a bite. I couldn't risk losing such a delicacy, so I made sure to eat it secretly, tearing off small pieces and discreetly putting them in my mouth.
Reality check: In high school, I realized a few things...
A. Butter sandwiches are not normal/common/acceptable
B. Nor are they fancy
C. We had run out of lunch meat, and my mom found a crafty replacement.
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