“To plan is to fail,” as her mother says. Yet today, Chanel has a plan. She gathers the children around, gently lifting a vanilla sheet cake from its plastic casing. Dasani stares in wonder. The top of the cake is blank. Chanel covers it with candles and dims the lights. The time has come to sing. Dasani closes her eyes. If I could grant you three wishes, what would they be? her counselor, Roxanne, had asked. A house of our own, a lot of money, and three more wishes was Dasani’s answer.
