(A young man thinking things over and arguing in his mind, begins to talk his problem out loud.)

“Every day I walk past that shop with her and every day she points out that diary with her small, cute, chubby fingers with such a smile of happiness, and exclaims “Daddy! Daddy! How lovely it would be to own such a thing!”, I say “Yes, maybe you will have one someday”, I smile and pat her on the head, and then my mind wonders over all the money problems I and we have, how I have to work part time in order to look after her and take her to school, make food, buy books and educate her in life, and with the passing of her adored mother, I have become both Mother and Father. I have no spare time, it is all spent on her, and so is my money, and when I have spare time I work. I work damn hard in order to gain enough money for her future, her health, her future, and her happiness!

The problem is that it is her birthday soon, and I have the exact amount of money I need to buy her that diary that she points to everyday, but then: no cake, no food, no party, I have one bowl’s worth of food left to last us a week until my next pay, but to see her happy!

She gets almost nothing although I give her everything that I can. She still gets almost nothing! Wouldn’t it be nice to give her something grand for once? Something she really wants? Something to make her smile?

She could use it for anything she wants. To write about her days, to help reflect on what she has done and to get her into writing. She is at that age where everything and anything I do can shape her future dramatically. It could even be a tool that might set her on a path into becoming an adult and give her something to use as a talent or career.

I just want to give her something that she actually wants for once, rather than something she needs, but poverty stops me, and misfortune has made us poor, made us shop at the poor store of life. I don’t know what to do, I know what I want to do for her, but she doesn’t need it…

But that doesn’t matter to someone who loves her, what someone needs is important, but to a parent what your child wants is far more important than what one needs…including my own needs…”

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