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The moment was deeply uncomfortable, and I felt exposed and embarrassed in front of everyone. I stayed quiet, unsure how to respond, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. Then her father spoke up.
Calmly and firmly, he shared a story about a blanket his own mother had made decades earlier—one that had lasted through his entire life and held memories no expensive item ever could. He reminded the room that handmade gifts carry time, effort, and heart, and that these things don’t lose value with trends or price tags. His words shifted the atmosphere completely.
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