Happiness. It's relative.

My son gave me his cat.
But it was more of a desperation thing than a considered gift. There’s a story attached to the giving or loaning or ‘please, can you take Herc for a while’ but the details aren’t important.
The gist of this is that, after five years here, the ungifted cat turned out to be a once in a lifetime gift.
My father insisted that I learn to type so I could always make a living and never be a pauper. He sent me to college, so I’d meet and marry a college man which I eventually did but I met him while I was a secretary making $85 a week. So the combination of those two gifts worked out pretty well except we got divorced, but after we had a beautiful baby girl who is fifty-three now and being a gift to people all over the place.
See how the gifts accumulate if you just hang on for a bit?
It’s magical.
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