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i am sitting on the bottom step of the staircase leading up to the second floor, reading my book. kid sister #1 approaches with two small, flat presents. one is from sister to mother and the other is from kid sister #1 to me. kid sister #1 remarks on the similarity in shape and size and whispers to me, "i think this one [mother's gift] is a picture." i tell her, "no, it's not. i know what it is. i'll tell you if you promise not to tell mom." she nods vehemently. "it's a card so she can buy things from the store." she smiles and says, "don't worry, i won't tell mom, just like i won't tell you that this one [my gift] is a picture."