“Mom, I’m embarrassed,” the boy said.
His mom was working around in their tent, trying to straighten the bed clothes from the night before and get the boy dressed for school.
“It’s my turn to have the boys over for a campfire, but they don’t know where we live. That we live in a tent.”
“Son,” his mom said. “You have to tell them I can’t find work.”
“I’ll try, Mom,” the boy said. “Some of their parents are out of work too and they are worried. Maybe they’ll understand.”
“They will, Son.”
“I love you, Mom.”
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