I was 5 years old and my mom had made snacks for a few of the kids in the trailer park. As one of the girls went to put her dish away it fell and it broke. Her eyes welled up with tears and she looked at my mom as if the world would collapse. Replacing dishes in our home meant more than just a trip to target. It meant thinking and saving and maybe even a few stress tears. I looked at the girl, at the dish and then at my mom. My own eyes started to swell with water as the worry built up inside of me.