When I finally moved into my first apartment, I felt proud. After years of saving, it was truly mine. At my housewarming, my younger sister, Fran, walked in grinning. “Surprise! Your gift is waiting downstairs.” There it was—a bright blue couch. I was stunned. Fran, who often struggled financially, had bought me something so extravagant? I hugged her, touched yet a little suspicious. Maybe this was her way of showing love.
