I was only 18 months old when the baby was born so of course I had no idea about her and all those years mom had kept that secret. We lived in MN far away from all the rest of the family when the baby was born and given up so I suspect it never slipped because the rest of the family didn’t know about it. The baby was adopted at the age of 6 weeks and raised with a father she dearly loved. After her father passed away her mother encouraged her to find her birth family so with the help of an organization she was able to track down mom and eventually came to meet us and while she lives in MN still and the rest of us live in IN I have stayed close with her and we have managed to visit each other quite a few times over the years but yeah that was a big surprise and i wondered how mom was able to keep that secret over 40 years.
I’m not a parent, but I’m a former child. My parents aren’t so sure about the former part. In any case, I grew up in Cote d’Ivoire. It was a country where large numbers of people didn’t have enough to eat. Wasting food was seen as a something of a sin. It was a sign that you were ungrateful for what God had given you. You could declined to be served a certain meal, but you could not fail to finish the food on your plate once it had been served. So, if I didn’t want to eat the okra stew with my rice, I could have rice with butter and salt. Is that a thing? Apparently. It’s not very common, but I saw it done for kids on occasion. I could also ask to get some morsels of meat from the stew. Until I was old enough to serve myself, the food on my plate would be served to me one spoonful at a time. I could ask for however much I wanted, as long as I finished it all.