I remember what it feels like to count food before you eat it.
I grew up in a family where every meal mattered. My parents worked the land in Italy, and when the economy shifted, everything changed overnight. Income shrank. Certainty disappeared. I can still see the table, bread, small portions, and careful hands deciding who gets what. In those moments, something rooted itself deep inside me: a promise that no one at my table would ever go without.
