An awesome post touching on something close to my heart.
It all started when my 14 year old daughter was invited to a friend’s birthday party. We had an extremely busy week leading up the party and we were running out of time to pick up a gift.
“Why don’t you give her one of my books?” I asked, thinking I had come up with the perfect solution. I write teen fiction, after all. My son has given my books as gifts to numerous girlfriends over the years.
“Never mind. I just won’t get her a gift,” My daughter answered.
“What?” I asked, certain I had heard her wrong. How was not getting her friend a gift better than giving her one of my books?
“If I can’t get her something good then I don’t want to get her anything,” she clarified.
“Are you saying my books aren’t a good gift?” I responded.
“Yikes,” my son said, a cringe on…
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