Better to share

My dad brought home gyoza for supper. It amazed me how happy it made him. I mean, he was beaming, all from buying home supper for his wife and kids. And it isn't just tonight. Every time he buys back something good to eat, or finds some other obscure bargain, it really just lights his face up to buy these things for us; like a discovery -- a secret -- that he can't wait to share with us.

Better to give than to receive? Gotta see it to believe it.