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Christmas and Wrapping Paper

“You can come with me if…,” he trailed off dramatically, struggling to zip his blob of a suitcase.

“Dad!” I whined.

“If you do some charity work while we’re there.” He finished.

“Charity work?” I spat, top lip curling at the thought.

“It’d do you good to see how fortunate you are. Don’t think I don't notice what you take for granted.” He arched an eyebrow condescendingly.

“I can’t do charity work! Anyone who needs charity is dirty. I can’t be surrounded by a bunch of dirty people!” I shrieked. I couldn’t believe this stipulation he’d put into place.

“Chris.” My dad started, his tone final. “Do we have a deal?”