Laughter was all I could hear as my little three-year-old daughter, Joy, ran through the aisles of the children's toy store I'd taken her to for her birthday.
With no idea what to buy her, I had decided to bring her, so she could pick out exactly what she wanted—not that she needed a damn thing.
Her playroom was full of things. But birthdays merit presents, so there we were.
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