Special Gift

It was Christmas morning, and I patiently waited my turn, as my cousins ripped open their gifts. I knew that some of the boxes with my name on them held identical gifts to theirs, just by their shapes and sizes and past experience.

There was one that was unique, though, and I decided to open it first. I gingerly fingered the red shiny paper, then slowly tore it open. It was a coin collection, and I had absolutely no use for it, but tried to hide my disappointment. "It was your daddy's," my aunt said lovingly, and I blinked back the threatening tears hard as the others tried not to stare at me.