My MIL Always Gave My Son the Worst Gifts Because He ‘Wasn’t Blood’ — Until He Taught Her a Lesson

and even my husband, Zach, had one.

And my son’s gift?

Skye’s gift was wrapped in a grocery bag. It was folded twice and taped shut. There was no bow, no tag — just a black Sharpie scribble:

“To Skye.

Enjoy.”

The “e” was smudged.

I spotted it the moment we walked in. It sat near the back of the tree skirt, half-tucked beneath the armchair, as if it had landed there by accident. It was easy to miss…

unless you were looking.

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