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

before my next patient, when my phone buzzed repeatedly. Group text. My sister’s kids, Tyler and Chloe, ages fourteen and eleven, had sent me a Christmas list. Not a simple list. A detailed inventory of wants that read like a manifesto.

A thirty-two-hundred-dollar drone with cinematic mode. A PS6. Two iPhones. Cash for future tattoos. Clothing in specific continue reading …