Precious won the talent contest on a mini-break. It was a last minute thing; Ma was taking a bunch of kids from the children’s ward to Weston-Super-Mare, only one of the boys was too sick to travel. Precious took his place. Half-price.
She sang Tomorrow from Annie, and she meant every word of it. But the kids from the hospital said she hadn’t won it fair and square; the judges must have thought she was one of the ill children, taken pity on her. And what did that say about Precious, them thinking she was sick, when she wasn’t even special?
‘Ignore them’, Ma had said. ‘You’ve got star quality. In buckets’.