Every so often, your father would take you out of school an hour or two early. It was a fun little ritual of yours that he hoped would become a lovely memory of your childhood in the future. He took you by the hand as he led you down the street, bringing you towards the sweet shop down the road. He knew all the kids from school would be there when it finished, so he took you from school early. He pulled you into the shop, speaking excitedly.

“Grab a bag and pick whatever sweets you want!”