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I remember my mother crying at the table with bills spread out and a calculator, looking at the numbers and crying.

I remember having this jug we saved all our change in for YEARS, trying to save up for a nice vacation somewhere, and the day all of our hearts broke when we had to empty it out and roll the change up to use for gas money.

I remember being that poor. And I remember my mother taking us to McDonald’s - often.

I remember being that poor, and I remember my mother treating herself to a cup of Tim Hortons on days she just wanted to have something nice. That was my mothers “treat yourself” days. A fucking cup of god damn coffee.

So seriously? Fuck every single person who scoffs at poor people who eat fast food and grab a cup of coffee on the go.

on the left: the iconic 80s american rock song, “what i like about you” by the romantics, covered by a talented group of diverse individuals in a display of perfect vocals and rhythmic flow

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