I really only asked for one possible gift this year. A book, a $19.99 + shipping, book. I asked for it in November if not sooner. It was the only practical thing I wanted. And by practical I mean, not asking for my brother or a good and decent man to date.
I didn't get said book. I didn't get said book or a Merry Christmas from my daughter. Frankly my heart is sad. I try so hard to be in a merry spirit for the holiday but it flops. Yesterday at my mom's Christmas my sister ignored my daughter and didn't buy her a gift. Today at my dad's, my daughter doesn't want to go because she's sick and my nieces won't be there. Delila is going anyway because it's Christmas and she won't have her Papa forever.
Now while I'm quite bummed about the book, because yes I can just buy it for myself which I will, it shows me that people just no longer put any real thought into gift giving. I will say though, that I adore those who thought about me today, who text me and sent their good tidings my way.
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