My child’s teenage years have given me lessons I did not expect.
For one, I had no idea that most of my time would be spent feeding an ever-growing human being who apparently was never full.
I need a GoFund Me just to cover my grocery bill.
He can eat vast amounts of food and still be hungry.
At the same time he professes to be near starvation, he does not want anything that is currently in the pantry or fridge.
“There’s plenty to eat,” I will tell him, running down a list that includes pasta and burritos among the possibilities.
Edge of fourteen