Mom and I joined a buncha other people this past Saturday to pack dried meals specially formulated to build up malnourished children. The group that arranged the event was Kids Against Hunger.
We’ve been collecting money through our churches and in our families (next-door grandson donated about a truckload of quarters!). The money bought the supplies.
On Saturday, we all gathered in a big multi-purpose room — in the same location where I went to childbirth classes, as a matter of fact — just walking in there made me start breathing in through my mouth and out through my nose … or was it the other way around …?
Mom and I didn’t get to work together, but that was okay. The organizers put on a nifty mix of lively music, from Rockin’ Robin to Call Me Maybe, and we measured and we weighed and we sealed and we packed. As soon as a box was filled, the packer rang a cowbell and everybody cheered!
The event lasted for an hour and a half, then everybody took turns lining up in front of the filled boxes to have their group pictures taken. Here’s the crew of reprobates from my church and our sister church.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on the subject of Chili Soup.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: List twelve possible plots or plot points that could involve such an event.