Lately, mama had been packing up food for my teacher to try because my friend in school said that my food is P.U. again – so I didn’t eat my lunch when my classmates tells me that. I feel hurt and ashamed that my food is P.U. to them – and I don’t want to tell my teacher about it when it happens. So mama packed a small tupperware of food for my teacher to try in front of the class in hope that my classmates sees that it’s not P.U. to my teacher – so they won’t say P.U. to me about my food. My teacher like my mama’s food and she finishes them – if my classmates don’t want to try them – so now no one says my food is P.U.