It was Jessie’s fifth birthday. All she wanted was chocolate cake. But we had no money to buy one. So we went and looked at one in the confectioner’s window instead. In the end she sighed.
“Was we always dirt poor?”
“So long as I can remember.”
Then we went home.
Mum saw us coming down the alleyway and waved frantically. We ran. Afraid of what might have happened.
She sat in her wheelchair with slow tears running down her face.
“Go look in the kitchen…”
And there it was. The chocolate cake from the shop window. Jessie cried too…