Anna smiled sadly as she watched the little boy who held her heart feed the birds.

At his demand, they had purchased some bread crumbs from the old lady down the street. At his request, they had been heading to the zoo today. He was three, for goodness sakes. He wanted to run and play and have new toys every week. The only problem was money.

Anna worked hard. She was the best employee at McDonald’s; she tried to go to her Teen Mothers School program as often as possible. From roughly 8:00 to 5:00, six days a week, she relinquished her son to her mother, or to daycare. Every day but Sunday. How could she possibly raise him like she wanted to?

“Zoo, Mama! Zoo!” he cried, pigeons forgotten. Anna smiled a complicated smile.

“Sure, hon. It’s Sunday.”