Plastic Spoon
I have often heard the phrase, “Born with a silver spoon in their mouth”. I knew what it meant, but growing up I never really met anyone who could fall into that category, until I lived in Long Island, NY. I came across many people whose lives had always been one of privilege and affluence. I sometimes giggled to myself and would say that I had been born with a plastic spoon in my mouth. The majority of my childhood was a life of poverty. My birth mom had this gift of taking whatever was given from the food bank and making something delicious out of it. She could win a Chopped Kitchen contest with ease. I can recall walking past restaurants and seeing people eating food that I had never tasted and feeling my stomach rumbling from hunger. I know what it’s like to live in the car, to call drug motels home and to be thankful to move into an apartment that for once was quiet. I know the inner pain from the sideways look people give you because your clothes are not as nice ...