During Christmas every year my dad tells a story about when he was growing up how he never got many presents, how his dad didn't give him many because he wanted to prove a point that you should be happy with what you have. My grandpa used to give him rubberbands and little things that would cost a quarter. My dad says once in a while my grandma would spoil him when my grandpa wasn't looking and give him a new toy car or something he really wanted for Christmas. My dad thinks he spoils us to much and that my sister and i don't deserve so many things. He trys to make us realize what we have and not take anything for granted. Every year he tells us that he won't give us any gifts but he always ends up giving us what we want.
A story my mom always tells me is when she came from El Salvador to escape a corrupt government. She told me that before she came her she went to seven different schools in just six years. When she was sixteen years old she came to the United States with her three older sisters. She went to Albany high school and was critizized on how she talked because she spoke more spanish than english and had a very strong accent. she tells me how people didn't want to get to know her because she was different. She tells me this story because i know she wants me to know that i am very lucky to be at a great school with good friends. I understand that she came here for me, so i could have a better life than what she had growing up.
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