The Day I Was Given Half, and Left with So Much More. 🍪
It started when I was a kid.
I don’t remember much about that day, what the weather was like, what we were learning in class, or what shoes I was wearing. But I remember the hunger.
I had nothing with me to eat. No lunch, no snacks. Just an empty pocket and a quiet kind of ache I didn’t know how to express. I tried to sit still and focus, to keep my head down while the other kids pulled out their food. I told myself it was fine, that I could wait until the day ended.
And then someone beside me did something I’ll never forget.
A classmate, someone I didn’t know very well, someone I hadn’t spoken much to, opened her pack of biscuits, broke one in half, and handed the piece to me without a word. No questions, no explanations, no pity. Just a simple act.
Half a biscuit.
It wasn’t much. But in that moment, it meant everything.
I remember staring at it in my hand for a second before I took a bite. It was sweet, not just in taste but in what it represented: kindness with no strings attached. A gesture so small on the surface, but so deep in its impact.
We never became close friends. Life moved us in different directions, as it always does. But that moment—that small, quiet offering—never left me.
I was a hungry kid that day. I had nothing. And a stranger gave me something I’ll always remember.
It taught me something that I understand more clearly now, years later: even the smallest acts of kindness can stretch far down the road of memory. Sometimes, it’s not about what was given, but how it was given.
That half-biscuit was more than a snack. It was a reminder.
A reminder of what kind of love we deserve.
The kind that gives without expecting.
The kind that sees you quietly hurting and chooses to reach out anyway.
The kind that might seem small, but stays with you—years, even decades, later.
And in my own way, I carry that lesson with me.
Whenever I have the chance, I try to offer something no matter how small, because I know what it’s like to be on the other side, and how far even half a biscuit can go.