The room crackled with holiday joy. Laughter, rustling paper, the sharp sting of comparison. A plastic-perfect Barbie gleamed under fluorescent lights, while a small, clumsily wrapped book sat like a secret. One child’s smile trembled, stretched too tight, hiding the terror that her gift wasn’t enough, that she wasn’t enough. Then a soft knock, a mother’s voice, and every belief about what makes a gift wor… Continues…