Instead, nearly thirty children were sitting quietly on the gym floor, each holding a paper plate.
And in front of them stood my son.
Gavin.
He was wearing his favorite blue sweatshirt, the one with a tiny stain near the pocket that I had tried unsuccessfully to wash out three times.
His backpack was on the floor beside him.
And in front of him were several large cardboard boxes.
I looked at the boxes.
Then I looked at the children.
Then I looked at his teacher.
“Can someone please explain what’s happening?”
His teacher, Mrs. Carter, took a shaky breath.
“I think Gavin should tell you himself.”
I walked closer.
“Sweetheart?”
Gavin turned around.
The moment he saw me, his face changed.
His smile disappeared.
“Mom.”
I looked at the tables.
There were sandwiches, juice boxes, fruit, cookies, and little paper bags.
On one table sat a handwritten sign.
It read:
LUNCH FOR EVERYONE. NO ONE EATS ALONE.
I felt my throat tighten.
“What is all this?”
Gavin looked down at his shoes.
“I bought lunch.”
“For whom?”
He shrugged.
“Everybody.”
I stared at him.
“Everybody?”
He nodded.
Then he pointed toward a small group of children sitting near the windows.
“Especially them.”
I followed his finger.
There were four children sitting together.
I recognized two of them from school photographs Gavin had brought home.
One little girl had her hair tied in two uneven ponytails.
Another boy wore a jacket that looked much too thin for the weather.
They were eating sandwiches and laughing.
One of them noticed Gavin looking and waved.
Gavin waved back.
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