Tommy nodded and smiled.
“We can’t afford this. How did you get it?” Mommy objected.
“Darling, relax, it’s his birthday,” Daddy soothed.
“Is there really meat for supper?” Tommy asked with skepticism.
Daddy lifted the platter’s lid, revealing the ham. Squeals of delight ensued.
The chains clamored as Tommy sliced the comforting piece of nostalgia – his final meal.