I was having lunch with my daughter the other day; a special treat for me. She is 9 and her time is full. If not school, then dance or friends. The peaceful time of daughter and father is rare and precious.
I asked the waiter for the check. And then she said something that hit me like a truck. Gave me chills to the very core of my being:
Daddy, why do we have to pay for food? We need it to live! It should be free!
In my own HOME!
Suffice it to say that a copy of “The Law” will be given to her for her 10th birthday.