Who?”
“Her name is Claire, my classmate. Her mom lost her job. She’s in an old skirt and a cardigan with a button missing, and she’s hiding so no one sees her. I feel so bad, Mom. I wish I could do something.”
I closed my eyes.
I already knew what she was going to say.
“Mom, I want to give her my dress,” Norma finished.
“Baby, no. You worked eight months.continue reading …