No-one else at the school was entitled to school lunches, FOC. At that time.
Not that I can recall.
No-one realised that making me verbally claim my lunch, every day for years, made me feel well - like a pauper.
It was like I was begging. Why?
No-one else I knew was being raised by a single parent.
They had two parents. I had one, you see.
My father died of cancer when I was 10.
My FOC lunches weren't free.
They were paid for by the community.