When I was 12 years old, my world turned upside down. My dad lost his job, and our family went from living comfortably to barely scraping by. I didn’t fully understand the weight of it at first, but I could feel the tension in our home—the whispered conversations between my parents, the bills stacked neatly on the table, and the quiet sadness in my mom’s eyes.
At school, it was even harder. While other kids had packed lunches or money for the cafeteria, most days I had nothing but a bottle of water. I’d sit at the lunch table,
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