Cherish the gift
To this day I still smart when I think back to visiting my Uncle and Aunt, anxious to see where they (I anxiously thought), proudly displayed, (the grand to an eight year old), oil painting of a mountain lion descending down a tree, I had sent them for Christmas. I looked all about and Oh how hurt to find it not over the couch, but hidden behind it.
I never said anything, but I wanted so badly to rescue my painting.
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