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.”
May you like
Fair.
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