The last time I ate a meal was last night. Some frozen chicken nuggets and frozen tator tots. My mom prepared it and we got our own plates. I ate it with a fork and a basic old plate that’s probably older than I am. No condiments. I sat in the basement by myself doing homework with YouTube playing as background noise. I ate fast because I felt like I was wasting time eating when I could be doing schoolwork. Big gulps of water to always stay hydrated. This tells me I live a pretty decent life.
Looking back at my answers someone could have the exact opposite reaction. Someone in class may not have eaten at all. Had no one to eat with because they didn’t have anyone. They may not have they appliances to heat up their meals if needed. Even eating a decent meal can be considered a luxury and I take that for granted every day. I sit at my desk not worrying about when my next meal is. But when I move out I’m sure that’s all I’ll think about. I need to be more grateful that I’m able to cook either a frozen or home cooked meal from time to time (even when some of their cooking could be bad).
