There once was this little girl named Lucy. She lived in an old ruggedy weary house. She loved to go out to play with her friends on a beautiful sunny day just like any child her age. She was not privileged like the other girls, she did not have fancy dolls, new clothes or a room to call her own. But she was thankful for all that her grandmother had provided her with.
At night she would pray that maybe soon she would have all those things. Lucy's favorite thing to do was go into town and look at the bakery and candy shop.
"Do you want to come with us and get some candy,Lucy?" her friends would say.
"No, not today. I am to full from grandmas delicious pie." She would say as she looked longingly at the chocolate bars in the shop.
She hated to lie, but she was to embarrassed to let her friends know how little she had.
As Lucy was walking towards home she decided that she no longer wanted to go to school, she wanted to make more money for her grandmother and her to have food and clothes.
" Grandma?" Lucy said as she opened the front door, She saw her grandmother sitting in the same old rocking chair that she loved dearly. "I want to ask if its okay if it stop going to school. I want to work. I want us to have a better life." Grandma sat quietly just knitting away.
"And what brought such a notion into your head child. You know my scarves and blankets are bringing us enough money for the time being, besides you need your education to get a good job." Lucy looked sadly to the floor. She wasn't trying to seem ungrateful for everything her grandmother has done...