“Maybe someone else needs it more than I do,” he said with quiet shame. Even before stepping inside, the poverty shouted at us — a small rented home housing six people. A mother struggling with postpartum depression, and a father who lost his job during the COVID-19 crisis and has since been unable to recover. The fridge was filled with... vegetables. Only vegetables, donated by various charities. In the parents’ bedroom, a broken bed — and in the background, a devoted father saying, “I really hope to find work soon and pass your support on to someone else. It’s so hard for me to accept food from others just to feed my kids.” In the meantime, he and his children need us so deeply.