me_irl

Spoiler, they don't. I grew up in the kind of poverty that has us digging food out of the garbage if we wanted dinner. My parents didn't take me to the doctor when I dislocated my knee, or when a schoolmate knocked me out with a text book. The school provided a couple of uniforms, and weekend clothes were all secondhand. Toys were few and far between, we mostly just played ball in the street with the other kids in my neighborhood. School supplies were borrowed from other kids or the teacher. We didn't do extracurriculars except church, no field trips, no birthday parties. Special needs were called "being lazy" and I just got my ass beat a lot, so, I didn't discover the brain tumor until I was an adult.