It wasn't momma's fault.

When she told me she didn’t have to go to work in the morning — and when she was trying not to cry — I knew something was wrong. Then she told me the place where she worked was gone. I thought it would be fun having her home every day, but she never smiled. Then the baby got sick.

She took my sister to the doctor and got some medicine that made her better. But she said we couldn’t go to the grocery store. We still had some cereal, but the milk was gone. We skipped dinner for two days in a row. I told momma my stomach hurt and she got big tears in her eyes.

Then she called someone on the phone. When she was done, she was smiling. Then someone came to our door with a hat on and lots of sacks of food. My momma gave her a big hug!