I grew up in a very loving, underprivileged family. We were the type of kids that never knew we weren’t well off until other people pointed it out. Don’t get me wrong; we did not want for anything because my parents sacrificed relentlessly for us. My father was a Pastor, so sacrificing was and is in my family’s nature. Why am I telling you this? Even though sometimes we may have received practical gifts like underwear; my mom always made the gift wrapping special in my eyes. We would often receive packages from my Oma and Opa from Germany, and they would have packed our gift inside of a purse or in a tiny little box. I can not tell you the excitement we would have upon seeing those packages on our front porch.
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