It was never a mystery that my sister was the favorite of the two of us. Over the past week I was reminded of one of the first times I realized this.
I'd asked Santa Claus for a gameboy for Christmas. It was the only gift I wanted. I'd play the display models at the stores and if I saw someone else playing theirs I'd ask if I could play for a little while.
Christmas morning rolled around and scoured the gifts under the tree looking for a package that might be the right size to hold a gameboy. I opened all my gifts and sadly there wasn't one. I was heartbroken.
My parents told me if I wanted one that badly, I could save my money and buy one myself. Of course, like any 8 year old, I HAD to spend my Christmas and birthday money the next day and I knew I was going to buy a game boy. My mother made me wait a week until the Christmas rush died down, which I totally understand. I don't exactly like shopping after Christmas because the stores are crazy.
On the big day, I had just enough money to buy one that was the original size. If I remember correctly, it came with a game so that was the only one I had to play. I don't really remember much after that until it was time for school to start again in January. I played my game boy all the way to school and my sister whined and complained that I wasn't sharing. It wasn't fair that I got to play it all the time.
That day, when we got in the car after school, my mom said she got my sister a surprise. A brand spanking new game boy. A pocket sized one at that!
So there you have it. I had to buy my own and a few days later my sister got a nicer version for free because she felt left out.
Happy Holidays to you!
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