Lewis stared at the blank computer screen, wishing it would fill up with words.
"Mum!" he called out to the kitchen. "What's 'generosity'?"
"Why?" she answered.
"I've got to write a play about it for homework. I don't know what to do! Can you help me?"
"Lewis, I'm not doing your homework! It's got to come from inside you, not me! Anyway, I'm cooking your tea. Do you want to help me?"
"Please, no, I've got to get this done for tomorrow! Can I ask Dad?"
"He's just back off duty, but he'll be going down to the park in a minute. You can try."
Lewis found Dad upstairs, packing his sports gear. "Dad - what's 'generosity'? It's for my homework."
His father paused to think, then spoke. "It's when you give of yourself, and you don't expect anything back. For instance, nobody pays me to run the youth club football team. I just do it because it helps the kids down there." He zipped up the bag. "There, will that do?"
Lewis didn't know. Could he turn that into a play?