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    Self Story 3: The Gift of Giving

    I woke up with the sun beaming through my window directly into my sleepy eyes, “wake up” my mom said. I jumped up with excitement, put on my black shorts with my sky blue t-shirt, and raced to her room so she could put bouncy curls in my hair. It was take you kid to work day, my mom is an elementary school principal and I from a very young age I wanted to be just like her. We were just about to leave the house and my mom had asked if I put the clothes I had grown out of and a few of my favourite books into the…