I remeber when we first came to this country, we lived in a rented house and bot Mom and Dad had to work really hard, to make ends meet.
There was a sweet little old couple in the street and knew we didn't have much, so, on Christmas day one Christmas, she called me up to her house, I must of been 7 maybe, but I was very small for my age so, I looked probably 5, anyway, she gave me this beautiful little basket full of chocolates, and nuts, and glazed fruit, all wrapped up really nicely in a yellow cellophane paper. I was so excited, I ran all the way home to show mom and dad what this nice old lady gave me.
The dad said, no, you have to take it back, you know we don't celebrate christmas, so, I went back with the little basket and knocked on the door, and the lady who gave it to me answered all smiles, and I said I'm sorry but I have to give this back. She asked but why don't you like it? I said no I like it very much and tears welled up in my eyes, and she bent down and said so why don't you keep it? I said well it's christmas and we don't celebrate christmas. She just looked at me and said, well who said it was for christmas?
She stopped me crying, and told me to go back home with the basket and tell Mom and Dad, that it was ok it wasn't for Christmas, so I went home still with the basket, unopened, and told Dad what she told me, Dad didn't get angry or anything, but he took me by the hand and told me to show him where this lady lived, we walked back to the house, and Dad knocked on the door, the lady answered, but this time she wasn't smiling anymore, Dad started witnessing to her, and after about 5 minutes I guess the lady took back the basket, and she looked at me as I handed it to her and said, I'm sorry, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I'm so sorry Tatiana,