"A mother tries to tell her five year old daughter, "Maybe another time, Sweetheart," with a smile on her face to conceal the disappointment in her own heart when her little girl asks for a dollhouse with puppy eyes, a big old wide smile on her face. Years pass by and the same cycle is repeated over and over with that one word lingering in their household that's transformed from a townhouse to an apartment on the edge of town. They live on paycheck to paycheck, and sometimes the electricity gets cut off unexpectedly. If her father isn't passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand when she comes home, he's down the street spending money he doesn't have in a rundown bar. It takes her another ten years when she becomes a mother to realize, that the word "maybe" was code for "I'm sorry, we just can't afford it right now." And she starts to understand the conflicted emotions that she saw in her mother's face as a child when she has to do the deny her son of the latest video game in the store. She realizes that no matter how disappointed she was when she didn't see the dollhouse under the Christmas tree, her disappointment then couldn't compare to her mother's because as time went on, there were far too many things to be concerned with. They didn't speak of the dollhouse after that Christmas, but the mother was reminded of it every single time her daughter asked for something they couldn't afford. The list kept growing."