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A gift is a gift and it's the thought that counts & don't matter what the gift is.
One particular Christmas I recall that left me feeling bad when I was a young child. I opened a gift from my mother, who was a single mom working 2 dead end low wage jobs that season, & she spent a great deal of money on a hand sculpted ceramic plaque that was personalized. I didn't particularly like it, but I accidentally dropped it and it broke. I felt so badly about it because of how much effort my mother made to get gifts for my sister & I. I didn't particularly like the plaque, but I could tell that my mom was proud about getting it & it made her sad that it broke.
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