Fantasia couldn’t wait to open her gift. It had a pink bow with red ribbon tails. The wrapper had Minnie dancing all over it. Fantasia hated Minnie and her Uncle Frank knew this. Her itching fingers ran over the box as she imagined what it contained. It was too small for a doll. She had dolls as big as she was. She shook it with her seven-year-old strength but nothing came loose. She stared at the box some more as she considered how much trouble she would be in for opening the gift without her mum’s approval. But this wasn’t any gift. This was Uncle Frank’s gift. It was his first gift in the two years since her mum banned her globetrotting brother from bringing any more ‘weird’ presents.
Frank and Lily watched from behind a curtain as Fantasia undid the bow and removed the wrapper, careful to note where every piece was peeled from. She drew a bag out of the cardboard box, the leather gleaming as the light from a window hit it. They looked on as she fumbled with the zip, her nimble fingers careful not to let it get stuck. Her cry of delight brought a shocked look to her mother’s face as she brought out a small screw driver from what Frank knew to be a mini-tool set.
“Told you so,” he said to his sister as he dragged her almost inert form out through the door behind the curtain.