Those things are for boys, snaps Mother.
I rake everywhere. Not even a snifter of wrapping paper. I do my best thinking.
I climb through the hatch. A Sindy dollhouse. It has been her all along.
Feelings are easier to hide than presents.
Will you build it with me Daddy?
Aye, after our dinner.
The click of the beer bottle ensures the box lies unopened.
I look after my brother like I am told. We play Star Wars.
I don’t want to make any more discoveries.