I Was Gifted A Collection Of Wrappers

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Amidst the festive season of Christmas, I found myself unwrapping a perplexing gift—an intricately adorned box filled not with gifts, but with a collection of wrappers each of them with the label of the name of the person that gave me. Confusing yet captivated, I looked at each one, discovering that they held a tale of their own. Either from a funny experience or any other feeling.

As I opened the first wrapper, memories of a cozy kitchen filled with the aroma of palatable foods came to my mind. It was from my grandmother's secret recipe, passed down through generations.
I remember those times we used to go for Christmas holidays in her house. The wrapper was from her sister to me. I reflected on those times my grandmother and I used to stay together to plan for everyone's meal on Christmas Eve.

Intrigued, I moved on to the next wrapper. This one was from my mom's cousin, it made me laugh because, during one of the vacations I spent with my grandmother, she told me that she would give me a wrapper because I was becoming a woman very soon and that if I received a wrapper from her, that I should make sure to bring back a man soon. The laughter got everyone's attention, so I decided to tell them what made me laugh.

I was given twenty wrappers, and each of those wrappers came from people who are so dear to my heart. There was one from a particular wrapper that came from five people to me, on the label it was boldly written that I should use that particular wrapper when I give it to my first child,
"What?"
I yelled, and my siblings echoThisthis is a generational something "
The name of the giver was not mentioned, I was wondering who would give a wrapper for my first child.

As I explored the stories behind these wrappers, I realized that giving gifts was not just for the fun of it but it usually speaks a lot to the mind of the receiver. Those wrappers were given to me not just for Christmas for it spoke a lot to me.
When I was reflecting on it, my uncle came into my room and said
"it is good to be good "
I did not understand so I asked what he meant by that, and he said
"You were good to people who were staying around your grandma so they decided to contribute to your next phase in life"
I smiled all through the night even in my dream.

Intrigued by the sentimentality of the wrappers, I decided to share this unique gift with those close to you. I carefully selected a few, each with its special significance, and wrapped small tokens of appreciation within them. Each gift became a vessel for the stories I wanted to share, a way to express gratitude and love for the people who had played a part in my journey.

On Christmas morning, as my siblings unwrapped their gifts, the room filled with the shared echoes of giggles, memories, and love. The stories within the wrappers became a bridge, connecting hearts and knitting a tapestry of shared experiences.

Inspired by my gift of wrappers, we decided to start a new tradition. Each year, we would exchange tokens of gratitude wrapped in wrappers that held personal write-ups. The once-ordinary act of unwrapping gifts changed into a meaningful tradition, a celebration of the relationships and memories that made their bonds stronger.
My dad said,
"I would give a wrapper to any of my children that will be good this year"
Then my funny brother echoed
"That wrapper will be for that person's first child"
Everyone laughed then one of my sisters said to my dad
"Daddy I will be a good child this year so you will give me a car because I don't need a wrapper "
"Like who uses wrappers now"
My cousin replied to her.

As the years passed away, the box of wrappers became a cherished family heirloom, evolving into a symbol of love, strength, and the beauty of shared moments. Anytime we wanted to do anything, we would look at the box of wrappers to be good.

The wrappers, once just vessels for gifts, now served as a reminder that the true essence of life was not just for living but it taught us that life should be well lived, touching lives was very important no matter how small you do.

And so, every Christmas, as we gathered w h to exchange wrapped tokens of appreciation, I marveled at the enduring magic of a simple box of wrappers—a gift that, in its little way, had woven a tapestry of love that exceeded time and connected people.