I'm 10 years old and I'm in school. I grab a Vietnamese spring roll from my friend Tash's lunch box. My Romanian friend Abi takes one of my curry puffs. I poke my head up and scan the courtyard. I know someone somewhere has some mee goreng and I want to get my hands on some before it runs out.
We celebrate Harmony Day in school. But today is not Harmony Day. It's just a regular lunchtime at school. And my friends and I are sharing food.