A Gift

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This essay was done a few years ago as a class project on the best gift we have ever recieved whether it's super-cool, or your favourite stuffed animal, or it has an emotional value of some sort. My favorite gift is a book I recieved from my mother on my birthday a week before she died. I want to share this with you, maybe some might relate to it. Thank-you if you have taken the time to read this :)

Submitted: December 29, 2008

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Submitted: December 29, 2008

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I hold this gift close to my heart, for it is the last gift she ever gave me. It may not be valuable to others, but it is bery valuable to me. It is a book that holds many mother's thoughts on how beautiful or special their daughters are to them. The meaning in this book is so wonderful, I am so glad she gave this to me, for it reminds me of her and what she would say to me. Sometimes I read it and cry because I miss her so much. This person was the most special person in my life, and still is.

It was my birthday, I was turning nine and I was the happiest girl, but my happiness did not last long. After I hugged everyone good-bye I did not expect that it would be the last time I hugged her, and I didn't want it to be. This is the reason for that book. My mother gave it to me to tell me that she loved me, and that she was leaving. I hold onto it for her and I will never let go of it, it means more to me than anything.

At the time I did not know the meaning in the book, and to tell you the truth, I was quite dissapointed. But year after year with her gone the meaning became stronger and finally it was clear. It is not some big expensive toy or something fancy, it is a simple book, and it may be small, but it is the thought that counts. It is also the memories of joy that flow through the pages when I read it, and I am alone no more.

This book is small, but holds many emotions. It sometimes saddens me to read it, but with sadness comes happiness and then I feel no pain of loss. Happiness is nice though sometimes it is hidden. At school all of my friends know me, and many others too, but they will never really see inside how lost I am. I try very hard, but am afraid I might not make it through, but then I read the book and have a purpose in life once more.

"What do girls do who haven't any mother to help them through their troubles?" That is a line from my book and I often wonder the same too. Others have lost people close to them, I'm not the only one, they must know my pain. I wish we could all make it undone some how, but I know we can't. Although, we can help eachother. I have just recently recieved a gift greater than anyone could ever ask for. Friends, family, and a stepmother to be there, and to help me through my troubles.



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