gift - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The mittens in the brown paper had that home-knit look. Sam picked them up and turned them over in his hands, letting his eyes roam freely over every stitch so lovingly made. He raised his eyes to Pamela, who had that look in her eye, caught between pride and fear of rejection, about to say how they were simple to make, or it was really nothing at all. Before she could speak he raised his hand to her face, touching lightly, tilting her head up just a little. "They're amazing, best birthday gift ever."
It was the most melodious sound, sweeter than any musical instrument. It resonated in her mind, dissolving in her heart. Slowly, she gave her softest emotion to the infant in her arms; being a mother is a gift.
"OMG Sarah! Could you be any more middle class? Because that's who gives 'gifts' you know. Pft. You're so passé. They're meaningless to the rich and unavailable to the truly poor. Then there are those silly saps in the middle who think trinkets mean a damn. Giving is off the self. I'm soooo disappointed in you, go swim in the canal or something else equally dumb... stop gawping, I mean it."