4. The Fight for Food

After the burning incident I have learned to love school, it was my only escape from mother. Food was still a struggle. I had to finish all my chores before leaving to school. When finished with chores I would be rewarded with my brother’s leftovers from their morning cereal. Nights were the worst of my hunger, since I didn’t receive any dinner. At school I would still food from my classmate’s lunchboxes just before school would start. Thing started to get suspicious about missing food from lunchboxes. I got caught. Mother was called and my punishment was for me to starve, especially on the weekend’s mother wouldn’t feed me at all. My father would help at times by sneaking me a piece of bread or two to the basement for me to eat. Arguments between mother and father became more frequent. Father’s attempts to help me began to decrease. Mother got pregnant with my fourth brother and my teacher Ms. Moss took most interest in me. Ms. Moss report mother to principal about child abuse, they had a meeting mother put on her charm and convinced that everything was okay. Mother figured since I was so Hungary to steal food she would give me something to eat. She wanted me to baby poo. I would not so she smeared it in my face. I still made attempts to eat I. figure I would still from the other first grade kids lunch boxes still no success. Got caught, mother came up with vomit inspections. Then, I figured and made calculations that I would run to the grocery and steals some food, still no success. Finally, I figured I would time the delivery of the frozen food at school truck with a restroom break and steal some food, a success. Still mother had a few more tricks to put up her sleeve, like swallowing ammonia or Clorox maybe even soap. Once again I was learning how to play this trickster’s game.