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Chapter 16 - Nora’s Lunch

My daughter Nora refused school lunch for weeks.

Even at her high school, different supplier.

“Packed lunch.”

Every morning.

One day I said:

“You know not every cafeteria is dangerous.”

“I know.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust workers like me elsewhere.”

She thought.

Next day she bought lunch.

Then texted:

Chicken was 165. I asked. Lady laughed.

I laughed too.

Fear should become knowledge, not permanent avoidance.

Nora started volunteering with county youth food-safety program that summer.

I told her she did not need turn my story into career.

She said:

“Mom, I’m sixteen. Nothing I do is career.”

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Fair.

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