My Mother-in-Law Gave My Daughter a Cheap Candle at Christmas—Then My Seven-Year-Old Calmly Handed Her a Red Box That Made Her Scream

over Zia’s handmade gift with visible distaste. She took it with two fingers, as if it were contaminated, and set it on a side table without acknowledgment. No thank you. No examination of the careful craftsmanship. No recognition that a seven-year-old had spent weeks creating something beautiful for her.