He ferociously consumed every crumb of food on his plate. There was always something on his plate. He had a family to provide for and protect. If his plate wasn’t full, then theirs was empty. Overworked, passive, tired—not words in his vocabulary.
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O my God! This is beautiful.. his plate was full and the powerful meaning behind so.. wow
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