My Birthday Gift

I birthday gifts a long time ago. I will never receive a gift. This is the best gift I can get, but I do not know what it is.

It's free, so I do not think it's worth it, it must be cheap. Perhaps that's why I think I can afford to somewhere somewhere - for some reason

I have been together for 20 years. Attractive is that it becomes increasingly complicated every year. In the last two decades, I do not fully understand what it is.

Sometimes I think I can throw it away. At other times, I hope that I never exist. That's not all.

There are occasions when I am very happy with it, I think I can have it and stick it forever. However, in most cases, I was very outraged by the complexity, so I forgot to understand good things. That is when my expectations for it are too high.

Sometimes I just want to know why this gift was given to me. I can not figure out why I got such a gift. Will not anyone present as a birthday present to anyone whom is so rude throughout the universe?

What makes me sad even more is that I understand that I can never have it. All the difficulties I am trying to understand will disappear one day. So why should I care? Anyway, it is not mine.

But later, I knew it was not free. Have you said that this is free? It was given to me by love. It is not because of not being rude. Then, if it is, please buy it at the price it, please give it to me, and it must have worthy things. So I thought about that and pointed out that I should find a reason to think that it is free.

I think that it is natural. It's free to me, but it is by no means precious. In fact, I must know that it was bought with someone's blood. It makes me feel terrible.

In fact, even if this gift is handed over to me, it is not mine. I have never owned it. I have no right to claim it as mine. It is not mine, and if I carry it with me it will be sent to my hands. This means that I must return it sooner or later; this is what I recently noticed.

The truth is that he can withdraw at any time. I have never been told that I can have it as long as I am willing. After all, I will have to return it to him.

Please use it to protect it and take care of it. Return it to him as new and on that day he can give me a better eternity

* Comments posted by users on this topic and other parts of this site are not the e-pao.net, but the opinion of the individual who posted these contents (the user ID is displayed next to it). We strongly recommend you to be careful, cautious and careful when you write your own comments that other users view or read. Please read the full guide for using comments on this website.

My birthday is the week before Christmas, and my birthday gift was a handmade accessory from the daughter of the artist being trained. The first year was very bright and the brightly colored trees like feathers were painted red, green and white. They are hung from the branches and are decorated with gold and silver lacquer and delicate gold threads. A new ornament will appear every year. The following year, it was a set of boxes of the same wood drawn in colors matching stars. They contain beads and squeeze slightly. This year, she was a poor, hungry graduate student who cut out a silhouette paper doll from his childhood picture. Since our grocery shopping is to prevent them from being plundered from the shop until I can return it to the car, the animal's biscuits are my "meals" that I give to my child It is a snack. Ironic gene is very powerful among my family.

I have always received a lot of gifts on my birthday, but that year, my gifts surprised me. My aunt, who just returned from Australia, had a brown corrugated box in his hand. She carried it carefully with a yellow ribbon on the box. But my attention was not a colorful ribbon, it was a lot of small holes around the box. My aunt told me to open it soon as it needs to be small and cautious. I think it is strange to open a gift before cutting a birthday cake, but since she sounds so serious I have to open the box.

I am too young. It may be 9 or 10 years old. This is my birthday. My mother asked me to go to the place where she would not tell me. But she has a bag. For my overly optimistic thought, I thought that we intend to buy my birthday gift. Maybe that is the Hotwheels car I always wanted. And this bag will be carried with you!