Paul Ryan weeps for school lunches
There are a couple of things that really strike me about this story. First, when I was a kid, I was one of those kids with brown bags. And I really didn't like it. I would much rather have gotten a hot lunch. It wasn't about the love that my mother was supposedly giving me; it was about the taste of food. Mom was a fine cook, but there is only so much you can do with a sandwich. It got boring.
I also know kids. What this young man is probably getting at is the fact that hisfriends have brown bag lunches. He's feels like the oddball, because he isn't like them. He would feel the same if he were the one with the brown bag when all his friends got hot lunches. Of course, it could well be that this young man doesn't have any parents close by. He might be a foster kid. Certainly the line "someone who cared for him" makes it sound like the kid is missing a whole lot more than lunch. Regardless: his complaint is not about the fact that he gets a state-paid lunch but that he isn't getting one from mom. Even as it stands, the story does not say what Ryan claims it does.