The gift of gratitude

Christmas 1986. My 23-year-old sister, Jo, dives into her stack of presents. "Ooh, I love it! Thank you so much," she says. Then, with an apologetic little moue, she adds, "Did you save the receipt?" Believe me, I adore my big sister. But every year it was the same. And like any little sister, I'd roll my eyes and mutter "ingrate" behind her back. Still, her apparent determination to return everything became a bit of a standing joke in our family.

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