When my dad left for a work trip, he said Marcy—my stepmom—would give me lunch money. I believed him. But the next morning, when I asked her, she didn’t even look up from her phone. Instead, she snapped, “Not my problem.” And just like that, I was on my own. I’d been handling things for a while anyway. I was only 11 when Mom got sick. I didn’t really know how to help, but I wanted to do something. So I started making my own school lunches, and sometimes I’d

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