It’s your gift.

She worked the ribbon loose instead of cutting it, and peeled the paper back in careful strips, saving enough to wrap something else later, which is the kind of child she is, and inside was a small wooden music box with painted flowers on the lid.

She turned the little key and listened to the tune, and then opened the lid to see where the music came from, because she always wants to see where the music comes from.

Do you think Grandma picked the flowers, she asked.