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It wasn't so much Christmas as much as it was a Birthday-Christmas gift since my birthday happens to be on the 28th.
Now,
my parents don't usually splurge on me, and I'm cool on that. Usually,
they take me out to dinner and I'm given a small token of some kind but
tends to be inexpensive.
On my 18th birthday, that didn't
happen. Now, my family has never been all that religious, but, this
year, my mother kept mentioning how "we really should be going to
church" and so forth. On my birthday, I'm handed a small Tupperware
box; inside was just a bunch of papers.
Turns out, those bunch
of papers were a bunch of Bible verses my mother had xeroxed and,
tapped to the very bottom was a picture of the "real" Jesus (pic
related).
My mother told me that, now that I was an adult, she
wanted to give me my own "moral compass" and that I should pray to
Jesus for guidance in my adult life. With that, she pulled out a Bible
and started reading it to me.
While I appreciated the meaning
behind this gift, I couldn't help but feel a bit, oh, I dunno...
jipped. Even more so since I have no idea where this idea came from!
Sure, my family never really attended church, and my mother was over
the whole "I want to be religious" thing months later, but it wasn't
like I was a bad kid. I could understand if I was some hellion that
ALWAYS got into trouble and this was her last attempt to put some sense
into me before releasing me to the world, but I wasn't. If anything, I
was a goody-two-shoes who was afraid to do anything fun because it
might be against the rules. |