The part of the cake that had fallen on the floor was no longer edible, but there was still a half that hadn’t touched the ground.

I placed the remaining half into a bowl and grabbed the paper plate.

Mom stopped me. "Shirley Powers, don’t eat the cake. I’ll buy you another one another day."

I shook my head.

"There’s still half that’s clean. We shouldn’t waste it."

I set the cake in front of the photo of my sister and me.

My room was large; it once had another bed for my sister, but it's gone now.

I divided the cake into two, giving one half to my sister...