A short story by Sandy Lo written April 2011. Grandma had sat on the burlap couch that always reminded 4-year-old DiDi of an autumn theme, with its browns and burnt orange images. As years passed, the exact pattern of the couch had faded, but the rough, scratchy material is still etched into DiDi’s memory. It was Christmas morning—a thrilling time for children. DiDi remembers how Christmas used to be. She never feared she’d be on the “naughty list”. DiDi was always a sweet little girl; she always listened; she always loved purely. In spite of her coming into the world by accident, born to a teenage father and a mother who already had three other children, among other terrible circumstances, DiDi was loved in return.