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By Amanda Saint
They called me pudding as dad had put a bowl on my head and cut around it.
Well, that’s what I told myself. I knew it was really because of my roly-poly belly, filled with ready meals and doughy white toast.
So I let my hair grow wild, grew tons of veggies in the garden. Sold them at farmer’s markets then started a veg box delivery business.
I see them now at the foodbank. They’ve got jelly bellies and a lost look in their eyes at how life turned out. I give them free veg. Call them love.
Amanda Saint is the author of two novels, As If I Were A River, and Remember Tomorrow. Her short fiction collection, Flashes Of Colour, is coming in 2020.
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Both uplifting and sad at the same time. This story shows proof that self-determination and purpose pays off. It reminds me of a few people I went to school with, they always had pocket money and sweets and made a point of letting you know how poor you were. Well one lost his farm a few years later because of animal cruelty – sad – but poor attitude and disrespect for others reflects inwards. I say no more.
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I love this tale
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