Ouma + Home Made Gifts

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Ouma: Come to my room! I made you a present.

Me: What did you make me?

Ouma: Come, I’ll show you.

(Pulls out clay pineapple).

Ouma: I painted this for you. Isn’t it lovely? I think it looks damn nice.

And now that pineapple is sitting on my dresser because isn’t the whole point of presents the love with which they were given?

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