When I was a child my grandmother often gave me presents that were extremely expensive and fancy and usually things that I didn't like at all. Aside from all of the ugly clothes I received, every year she sent me a china doll. These dolls were prissy and definitely not something that I liked to look at or play with. I wanted to throw them away because I hated them being in my room (my mom wanted me to keep them but made me put them in my room because there was not other place to put them) and I didn't understand why she bought them for me. I think she dreams of having a daughter to dress up and have tea parties with (her own daughter completely resents these notions of romanticism). I thanked her though. I did appreciate the thought but I feel that gifts really don't matter. As a kid (and now) I loved spending time with her and I adored her house and the activities we did but I felt very uncomfortable when she bought me things. At the grocery store she would buy anything I so much as glanced at. As much as I dislike that, I do value her for trying to please everybody and show that she cares.
