She had finally convinced me.
“Elad, why on earth wouldn’t we?” my wife asked. “We need it. Our family. Me. Your daughters. You.”
But there was some sort of mental block, something that was stopping me. It was ridiculous, of course. There had been moments when we needed help from my parents — and we had asked. Why wasn’t I ashamed then? What was it about food stamps (or the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, aka SNAP) that made me feel like such a loser, like such a pathetic failure?
It had started a month or two earlier. I had gone…
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