I know it’s already two days after Christmas, but I just came across this story and I wanted to share it with everyone who reads this. It’s about a Christmas gift.
P/S. To me, it’s interesting how early in their lives people know what they want to do when they grow up. My earliest ambition, influenced by my aunts who loved their dogs and knew so much about them, was to be a vet. The other ambition I held with any seriousness was to be a journalist, like my uncle, who has done so much that impresses me. Today, I realise that I’ve never had the drive to pursue any ambition, but I still remember the sense of purpose that came with having something to aim for.