The other day I was remembering a book that I had read as a kid. It was about a little boy (possibly African American) who lived with his family in a cramped one-room apartment in an inner-city, and had no private space at all. So basically the boy’s mother gave him a corner and a window to call his own, and in the window was a flower in a pot. The story was just about the kid, the corner, and the window with the flower and how the kid was able to generate a feeling of relative privacy and individuality through such a simple thing. I have very fond memories of that book, and think of it whenever I find myself in a small cosy space. It was around 1980 when I read it, and the reading level was probably around 10 years. It was nicely illustrated and had maybe 5-10 lines of text per page.
Any idea what the name of the book is?
