The Ultimate Devastating Price of Government Dependency
The atmosphere at my welfare dependent cousins' home was strikingly different from mine; a subtle sadness which made me feel a little sorry for them. I felt they envied me and my siblings for having a dad who actually lived with us. I remember seeing large cans and boxes of generic labeled foods, peanut butter, powdered milk, meat and cheese. As a child, I felt food was weirdly important to them. My siblings and I could go into our fridge anytime we desired. My cousins' fridge was off limits without permission......
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by Lloyd Marcus
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