My parents thought a good way of showing I had gratitude was by making me eat the things I hated the most. I hated eating spinach growing uo, (or liver, yes we had to eat out liver), and I still hate them both.. It certanly did not seduce me into the cabbage, but it did leave me the secret 2006 depressed for the famished children who WOULD be thankful for something I not only did not want, but offended by. I felt like I am a terrible person because of this. It was sometimes so difficult that I had to literally push the food down my throat but I was not happy doing it.

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