Every hour I'd spent researching on the internet and harassing that poor sales lady at the mall pays off ten fold when I see the look on Jack's face in that moment. His eyes go wide as he carefully pulls the camera out, cradling it in the way I've seen him do so often back home.

It's not the same model, I don't think. I sort of hope the one I got is newer, but I'm not actually sure. The woman was pretty insistent that Jack would be perfectly happy with it and I can only hope that turns out to be true.

"Now, it may not have everything you want or need," I rush to tell him, smiling sheepishly. "I hardly had any idea what I was lookin' for to be honest. But I still have the receipt so we can take it back and you can get that better suits you. I just thought you should have one that's a little better than a camera phone, you know?"