My Sister Called Me Cheap Over Her Kids’ Christmas List Until I Arrived With 12 Giant Boxes

“Where’s the PS6?” he asked.

“There isn’t one,” I said gently. “Not today.”

His lip trembled. Chloe started crying first. Then Tyler did, in that embarrassed teenage way where anger tries to cover disappointment and neither works. Melissa went dead still.

“Why would you do this on Christmas?” my mother whispered, like I had brought a storm inside.

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