The Unexpected Trigger

I’m sitting at work on a Friday, which always feels like the longest day of the week. I look forward to the end of the day when I can retreat to my studio and immerse myself in creating. However, this Friday is different. There's a mandatory workshop scheduled for after work—something I wasn’t informed about—and attendance is non-negotiable. Usually, I don't need breaks during the day at my part-time job because I work a few hours, but today, I have to take a break to eat since I’ll be staying late.

I’m feeling hungry and, frustratingly, I don’t have my wallet. Over the years, I’ve learned to leave my purse at home; the risk of it being stolen and losing all my essential documents is too significant. My wallet holds everything: credit cards, my driving license, identity cards—you name it. While keeping everything in one spot is convenient, I know it’s not the best strategy.

I have a half-hour break and desperately need to grab something to eat. If I’m going to power through the extended hours ahead, I can’t do it on an empty stomach. Thankfully, I remember I could use the digital card saved in my banking app. I decide to take a chance and head to the market, unsure if it will work out.

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Reflecting on My Childhood

Unsure if my virtual credit card would work, I grabbed a couple of small items from the shop to curb my hunger—a yogurt and a little pastry. When I approached the register to pay, I discovered that my virtual card wouldn’t work. Frustrated, I had no choice but to leave my modest purchases behind and return to work.

As I made my way back, my mind was flooded with thoughts, and I couldn't shake the feelings of humiliation and humility that washed over me. Why am I feeling this way? I said, "It's not the end of the world. The virtual card failed, and I still have some work hours ahead. I’ll eat when I get home." 

Normally, I’d dismiss such an incident without a second thought. I’ve faced far more challenging circumstances—I’ve built resilience. Yet, this experience triggered something deeper within me.

Before I could unravel my thoughts, a voice inside me broke through: "Remember when you were a hungry child, waiting for someone’s mercy just to fill your stomach? This experience is about it!" Of course, I remember. That memory is still vivid. Those who have faced starvation at any point in their lives never forget it.

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