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My partner and I have been having a weekly dinner at our place for 7 years. Every week, when we are home, we invite all our friends (and everyone we run into in the days leading up to it) to eat at our house. Some weeks 5 people come; others 15.
We& #39;ve never made a lot of money, not enough to go out for drinks or out to eat or to the movies very often, but somehow we& #39;ve always had food to share and friends to share it with, and it has felt like a small miracle each week to gather around our table and never run out of food
These days we have a weekly #socialdistancing dinner party on video calls. It is its own miracle to see friends, to have a window into their lives.
But there is no way to share food, and I& #39;ve never wanted to share it more.
But there is no way to share food, and I& #39;ve never wanted to share it more.
We have enough money to get by but not enough to donate much. We& #39;re quarantined with my mom, who& #39;s over 60, in an area with lots of COVID-19 cases. I am too scared to volunteer at the local food bank.
Tonight I read @lydiakiesling& #39;s words: "I am thinking about everyone who does not have enough food, who does not have enough money to prepare ten days ahead. It is so many people."
Earlier I listened to my mom tell her first graders where their families can go get food in a video conference, and one of her students chimed in to say, "¡Está rica la comida! ¡Te dan palomitas!"
I don& #39;t know what the point of this thread is, except to say that I have never felt more grateful or more guilty about having a fridge full of food. And that I wish so badly I could share it.
