Clara knew what it was like to be poor. She remembered the days when she had been sent off to school with no money for lunch.
She would disappear into the toilets when the lunch bell rang so no one would notice her absence.
When she got home, she was lucky if there was a slice of bread to eat. A real treat would be to find baked beans on the plate.
Mum always had the kettle on to provide a cup of hot water. How they had survived, she couldn’t believe.
But they had. And now Clara was blessed to be able to provide for her mum.
Only the best because she truly deserved the best.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
