15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

The face in the window of my mother's candy store was wrinkled with pressures and happinesses from many days gone by. I smiled at him and he waved at me. Though I didn't know his name, neither of us were strangers. For as long as the candy store had stood, the old man had come by on January 21, and pre-ordered some extravagent gift for his wife. This year, with the economy being what it was my mother hoped he would still be able to stop by and spend money at her store. She had six kids to feed-my father included.