I think I was usually a good kid, but by the time I was about 11 or 12, I knew exactly where my mom kept all of the Christmas gifts before they were wrapped. One day my parents were out of the house for a bit and I decided to go on a gift-hunting expedition and, oh boy, did I find Every. Single. Gift. But as soon as I looked at the gifts, the guilt started to immediately eat at me and after a day or two I confessed everything to my mother.
It took her some time to react. You see, she wasn’t angry, she was just disappointed because all of her spare money went to getting these gifts and I robbed her of my surprised face which she always looked forward to on Christmas. That was my mom’s favorite part about Christmas morning, watching us open her gifts. After I confessed, it took multiple apologies and lots of remorse on my part and slowly but surely, she started to forgive me. Even though I knew what the gifts were, she still wrapped them all up and I really put on a show pretending to be surprised when I was opening them up. Also worth noting, I never took a peek at my gifts before Christmas again.
It took her some time to react. You see, she wasn’t angry, she was just disappointed because all of her spare money went to getting these gifts and I robbed her of my surprised face which she always looked forward to on Christmas. That was my mom’s favorite part about Christmas morning, watching us open her gifts. After I confessed, it took multiple apologies and lots of remorse on my part and slowly but surely, she started to forgive me. Even though I knew what the gifts were, she still wrapped them all up and I really put on a show pretending to be surprised when I was opening them up. Also worth noting, I never took a peek at my gifts before Christmas again.
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