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Follow me everywhere I go. I have just read a discussion of Ocean Tiara about contacting community table for food boxes for seniors. Her post reminded me of an old story when I was a schoolgirl in the Philippines. There was a time in my childhood when we lived from "hand to mouth." That was the time when my father's business went bankrupt. One day my father has no money to buy food for our supper. He went to his friends borrowing money. His friends whom he helped when they were in crises before but all of them were not able to lend him money to buy rice for that evening. I was sent to my aunt to borrow just for a cup of rice so my mother could make rice porridge. I didn´t want to go to my aunt for I was a shy girl but I had to because I was the eldest of the children. My aunt gave me a few handfuls of rice but with extra rude words to me. I just swallowed what she said. My mother made porridge out of the rice. I had to wake up my younger siblings who had fallen asleep from hunger. They have eaten but I couldn´t. The next day, my father told me to cook rice and fish. He was able to buy us food from the money he loaned somewhere. There in the kitchen, I saw the leftover rice porridge my mother made the other night. I saw that there were many dead white worms in that porridge. The rice that my aunt gave, was the bad rice she had given me although she had just-harvested rice from the fields she worked in. I was so angry and with tears in my eyes, I told myself not to experience that again. I don´t know why I told you this. She was my favorite aunt but she disappointed me. That sad experience is always coming to me whenever I hear people get hungry. I have forgiven my aunt but I have not forgotten what she had done to me in my early childhood. Do you have any sad experience following you behind and come up when something or anything let it out? Thanks for reading. You are getting more and more from me.