Christmas this year was not at all what I had anticipated.And to tell the truth, I never once imagined that we would be on the verge of making such a remarkable discovery.I’m 14 years old, my name is Anna, and I deal with all the standard teenage issues: I go to school, fight with my 16-year-old brother Lukas, and try to keep my room neat so my parents are happy.The true heroine of our home is Mom.She works day and night, cleans the house, and still finds time to assist my brother Lukas, who never finishes the projects he starts.She is able to be present at Lukas’ school, at work, and at home.And dad. Since he considers himself to be “the head of the family,” he actually spends his days talking about the upcoming action film in front of the television.Although I adore him, I am certain that he is one of those guys who would rather unwind than lend a hand.However, Christmas arrived, and things didn’t work out as planned.As usual, Lukas and I were searching the home for gifts that Mom had already prepared about two weeks prior to the holidays.As an alternative, we heard Dad and his friend Michał talking.”Well, what should I get her?”
Dad laughed as he inquired over the phone.Something for the kitchen, perhaps?She always takes care of things like cooking utensils and a mixer. I was in pain. It was difficult to accept that he could think that way. “Lazy?”Mom is constantly around, and he constantly makes fun of her.However, Dad went on: “She wouldn’t cook so poorly if she had nice appliances.”Even while it might not be disastrous, After exchanging glances, Lukas and I realized we needed to take action.The smell of sweets and pine filled the house around Christmas.As usual, Mom was baking in the morning, and her loose buns always looked flawless.Dad sat by the fireplace sipping chocolate and acting as if nothing had happened while she continued to pour coffee and serve everyone.The grandparents, aunts, and the rest of the family gathered around the Christmas tree.
Lukas and I remained silent on the sidelines, watching the action with laughter.Typical gifts included cards, socks, and odd jumpers that made everyone grin but no one wanted.Then Dad’s turn arrived.The first gift was given to him by Aunt Maria.”This is a gift from me to you,” she smiled.Dad’s face tensed the moment he opened the present.”A fishing pole, huh? Fantastic.Aunt Maria grinned and said, “Yes, it’s great.””I hoped it would appeal to you.” “Well,” he answered slightly irritably, “thanks.”Then came my gift.”Dad, happy Christmas!” I made an effort to appear as innocent as possible.Naturally, the same fishing rod was there when he opened the package. “Really?” he asked, utterly bewildered by the situation.”Is it three fishing rods?” However, each subsequent gift was likewise a fishing rod.Lukas and I couldn’t stop giggling as he grew increasingly irritated.Then Mom unwrapped her gift, a bag she had long desired.Her expression brightened.She was content.”Oh, what a fantastic purse!
She touched it tenderly and asked, “How did you know I wanted it so much?””We were aware of it,” Uncle Michał grinned.”The kids offered a clue.” Mom looked at us, startled.”Did both of you do that?” Joyful tears welled up in her eyes.”Yes, we do,” we all said at once.Mom hugged us and said, “Thank you.” “This Christmas is the best ever!” After observing the entire incident, Dad ultimately came to his own conclusions. Lukas and I saw the fade in his face. He didn’t say it aloud, but his silence was indicative because he seemed to recognize he was treating Mom unfairly. I won’t mince words: our efforts were all worthwhile.
