“I’m cold Andy,” whispered Bessie.
Andy picked up his blanket.
“Take this, but don’t tell Mama, you know she couldn’t afford to have the heating turned back on.”
Andy was only thirteen but he’d had to grow up early. He didn’t mind. He knew his mother worked hard and made sure that she never heard him or his sister complain.
Outside, the first signs of frost made him shiver. Hearing the front door he went downstairs.
“Andy dear, did you and your sister eat the sandwiches I made? I hope you both aren’t feeling too cold?”
“Don’t worry Mama, we’re fine, but you look tired, should I get you something to eat?”
Clara smiled gratefully. She knew how brave Andy pretended to be and prayed she could give him and Bessie the childhood they deserved.
Suddenly, there was a whirring sound.
“The heating is back on!” exclaimed Andy.
Clara later found out that the landlord had decided to be exceptionally gracious this Christmas.
Andy hugged her. “See Mama, things always have a way of working out!”
Clara held him tightly, her eyes welling up.
It wasn’t easy, but Andy was right, life did find a way of working itself out.