Desperately, I needed it. How it came into my hands really didn't matter. But I had to have it. I had three choices, realistically. One, I could beg; two, I could steal; and, three, I could work; but, I couldn't go home empty-handed. I gave her my word. I told her I'd be back with cake and gift. Returning with nothing to that innocent face would be the dagger in her hopes, in my reputation as a loving father. Without the money, she'd get tears for her sixth birthday.
"Desperately," I need a dictionary in front of me. Sorry, for the misspelling in title.