Who here knows what it's like to go without?

[MeezDiscreet]

When I was in elementary school and would get out of school, if my dad wasn't home, I would go to my neighbor's house. I had to call my mom as soon as I got there everyday and she would just ask how was school and we would talk for about 5 to 10 minutes about my day while she was at work. One day, she made it a point to tell me to make sure I did all of my homework while I was at my neighbor's house. When my parents got home (we had one car and my mom would ride the bus to work and my dad would pick her up from work), I found out why--our lights were out. My mother's strength through those times was so unflappable because as we talked, there was no hint of concern. It just seemed like our ordinary conversations.