Then my sister smirked and said,
“Listen, we all decided to teach you a lesson. No gifts for you and your kids this year.”
Everyone started smiling at my humiliation.
Mom added,
“You always get too much attention anyway.”
Dad agreed.
“Finally, someone putting you in your place.”
When I tried to speak, my brother slapped me across the face.
“Shut up and accept it.”
My sister pushed me back into my chair,
“Sit down and watch us enjoy your gifts.”
Uncle threw his empty glass at me.
“Some people just don’t deserve presents.”
I slowly pulled out an envelope from my pocket and said calmly,
“Good. Then I have one more gift for all of you.”
The moment my sister opened it, her hands started shaking.
The dining room looked perfect.
Crystal glasses caught the candle light, casting warm reflections across the mahogany table I’d spent three days polishing.
Pine garlands wrapped around the chandelier, filling the air with that crisp winter scent that always reminded me of better times.
Twenty-two place settings stretched down the length of the table, each one positioned with the kind of precision my grandmother used to demand during holiday dinners when I was young.
My hands had cramped from tying ribbons on gift boxes all week.
Forty-seven presents sat stacked under the 12-oot Douglas fur in the corner, each one wrapped in expensive paper I’d ordered from a boutique in Manhattan.
The tree itself had cost more than most people’s monthly mortgage payments, but I wanted everything to be flawless.
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