The best gift I've ever given someone is jar that counts the money that you put in it, inside the jar was 50 dollars. It isn't much, I know that it isn't the best gift in the world, but it felt good when my mom recieved it, she cried because, to her, it showed that I really tried to help her, and that I cared enough to try to give her something as important as money. At the time I was was young, but I was old enough to understand what money problems were. I knew that money was something my mom didn't have a reliable source of at the time, so I kept I jar in my room for a couple months to collect spare change in. I kept it hidden in my room, so my mom would never see it. I don't recall exactly where I got it, but I'm glad I did because the concept of it counting coins is what made this fun. Every time my grandfather gave me the left over change from going to the store, I would put it in the jar. I would search the house meticulously for dimes and such under the couch and on the floor. By the time Christmas came I had a little more than 50 dollars. When I gave it to her she cried, I didn't understand why at the time and I thought I had made her angry, but I was glad to learn that the tears coming from her eyes were tears of happiness.
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