If my family reads this, and I don't think they do, they would be concerned about the idea I am about to share. I am in a quiet kitchen, my big kids are asleep at 9:13am. I am remembering kids in a distant continent who rise early to help provide for the family. My mother's own stories of selling gleaned sweet potatoes, among a myriad of other stories, swirling in my mind.
My idea is to plan a family activity where we work to earn our meals for the day. I am kind of excited.
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