Little brown girl from my second grade class, I am sorry I hated the secret santa gift you gave me 20+ years ago.
The whole exchange has been weighing heavy on my conscience since there’s a slight chance that maybe, just maybe, your Mexican family was actually more poor than my Cuban family.
As I recall, you were all like: Feliz navidad, Kelly.
And I was all like: WTF Maria? This doll is naked.
And Mrs. Hernandez was all like: Kelly. Maria, is poor.
And I was like: What The Fuck Ever. I have lice.
But i still played by the rules. I had my parents buy some shitty gift at Navarro Pharmacy and said it was from Macy’s.
You on the other hand didn’t even try to give the illusion of a cool gift. I had to walk around school with a crusty-ass doll showin’ off her titties at recess, while you pouted your way to some sweet Lego set.
In hindsight, I should have filtered my emotions better and congratulated you on out-pooring me.
So from my family to yours, Feliz Navidad my friend. I hope your children get better presents than I got from you on that warm, Miami Christmas Day.