I Packed My Son’s Lunch Every Morning – It Led the Police Straight to My Door

Meredith is just trying to make ends meet, one packed lunch at a time. But when her son starts asking for extras, and the police show up at her door, she’s pulled into a story far bigger than survival, one that proves kindness costs little, but means everything.

I pack my son’s lunch every morning, even when there isn’t much to pack.

Sometimes it’s just a peanut butter sandwich, a bruised apple, and maybe a granola bar from the clearance bin.

But it’s something. It’s nourishing.

And in our home, that something is sacred.

Usually, ten-year-old boys don’t talk much about bills or skipped meals, but Andrew knows more than I’d like. My son doesn’t ask for seconds. He doesn’t whine about repeats.

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