I'm Really Sad

I just have to write about this. I'm very, very upset and it seems like no one cares. About a month ago, my mom, step-dad, and I were sitting in the living room, watching TV. A commercial came on for those Straight Talk Android phones and my mom started talking about how I needed one for Christmas because my phone broke recently. I've never, ever had an Android anything before, so I got really excited. I hadn't been looking forward to Christmas because every single year I get let down. I never tell my mom this, it would break her heart.
Two years ago, I asked for a pair of DC shoes because my old ones were starting to tear up. I told my mom that any pair in plain black would be just fine. Well, she got both my sister and I a pair of DC shoes because she's always treated us like twins even though we're not. My sister doesn't care whether she hurts my mom's feelings or not. She'll tell my mom just how much she hates her gifts. I, on the other hand, know that even though my mom can have some pretty crappy taste in Christmas gifts, she always tries her hardest to make it a good Christmas. And even if I did get crappy gifts, I only got them because of her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have any gifts. Anyway, she got my sister a pair of cotton candy pink and blue shoes that looked like they belonged to a clown. She got me a pair of black, pink, and shimmery silver shoes that looked like they belonged to a hooker.
I tried really hard not to show the disappointment on my face. I do this every year, and most of the time I'm really good at it. But not that year. My mom automatically knew that I hated them. You see, when I am really, really looking forward to a gift - which is once every three or so years - I wear my heart on my sleeve. You will know if I'm happy with my gifts or not, even if I don't say anything. I can't really help it. So, because I was really looking forward to those shoes, my face fell when I saw how hideous they were. And my mom knew she'd picked the wrong pair.
 So, for the past month, I've been super excited for Christmas. What made it even worse was watching A Christmas Story with my family. We watch it every year. Watching them open all their presents at the end made me giddy, thinking about opening my brand new Android phone. I've wanted an Android for the longest time. I got a Nook, thinking that I could get all these Apps on it, and then it turns out that it's a piece of crap that won't install anything that's not from BN.
Last week, my mom put the presents underneath the tree. Imagine how excited I was when I saw a present that looked exactly like a phone card for a Straight Talk phone. I was kind of confused because I only had two other presents and neither of them looked like the package for the actual phone itself. I figured one was a DVD that I asked for, and the other looked like it was another DVD. So, if my mom got me a phone card for Christmas, where is my phone??
This past week I have been coming up with all sorts of different scenarios. I open my presents to find a phone card for no phone when my mom comes out holding my brand new Android. I pick up the unknown gift and open it, finding that my mom had taken the phone out of the packaging to confuse me. I get my phone card, but no phone, my mom telling me that the phone card is the promise that I will get the Android, just after Christmas when she can afford it.
It's been eating away at me. Why would she get me a phone card and no phone? I really didn't want to be disappointed again and upset her yet again. I knew that if I opened that tiny present - the one I thought to be a phone card - and it wasn't a phone card, that the disappointment would be written all over my face. So I decided that I would figure out just what was in that tiny present.
I waited until everyone was asleep and snuck into the living room. I quietly grabbed the tiny present with my name on it and brought it to the kitchen - where no one would see me, even if they did wake up. I must've been in there for fifteen minutes, feeling all over the present to see if there were any lumps, bumps, creases, anything that would give away what it was. It was kind of hard to do the way my mom wrapped it up. But, after searching and searching, I finally found the clue that told me what it was.
At the very top of the package, I felt a crease going across the entire card. I then figured out that the top of the card was bent and could bend back and forth. Feeling the crease, and paying even more attention to it this time, I thought, "Oh, God, no. She got me a freakin' gift card." 
Sure enough, when I moved my fingers to the middle of the package, I could feel the slight bump of the card.
So, that is why I am really sad right now. I was so excited. This Christmas is going to suck.