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

And not once has he come home with anything left in his lunch box.

“Cleaned it out again, huh?” I joke most afternoons, shaking the empty container as he bends to take off his shoes.

“Yeah, Mom,” he says, setting the pair neatly by the door.

Then he goes to feed the cat or start his math homework like it’s just another day.

But lately, he’s been asking for more.

“Can I have two granola bars today, Mom?”

“Do we have any crackers left? The ones with black pepper?”

“Could you maybe make two sandwiches, just in case?”

At first, I thought maybe his appetite had just increased; he was a growing boy, after all. Or maybe it was just a phase, an extra snack here or there, the way boys always seem to wake up hungrier overnight.

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