Nobody lost anything.
We were poor growing up and there were no free lunches at school. My parents managed to send us off with a sandwich and dessert every day in spite of that.
My primary school was a private American school in Istanbul in an old three story Victorian house with all twelve grades and 90 students. The principal was a tiny woman past 90 years old. We brought our lunches in lunchboxes and paper bags and were given an hour for lunch and manic games of team dodgeball. We had two additional 15 minute recesses in a 6 hour day. When my family returned to the USA in the late fifties, I was so far ahead academically of the public schools that They did not catch up to me until my junior year in high school. And in the fifties we had real schools that taught the three Rs.
Mine too. My parents raised seven kids with no help from the government.
They wouldn’t have taken it anyway.
My Mom packed lunches everyday and a nickel or a dime for milk.