When my thirteenth birthday rolled around I was so beyond excited for present time that I barely realized all of what I received. My mom had planned a day full of family from out of town, manicures, pedicures, and she even got me makeup that I had previously not been allowed to wear. I was of course very happy about all of this because what teenage girl wouldn’t be? But as the day went on I was still just anticipating present time. When that fateful hour finally came rolled around I tried to analyze each gift to decipher exactly what each one was prior to opening it, while simultaneously wishing every box I opened held what I truly desired. As I opened each box I slowly realized that not a single one was what I’d been hoping for. And although I tried to hide the disappointment, I’m sure that I didn’t do it well. As if I wasn’t disappointed enough in not getting a phone, it was even worse to see my parents obvious disappointment for my lack of appreciation of what I DID get.
After my birthday I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get