You two walk to your bedroom

Your mother nods in agreement, clutching the bag in her hand as she follows you down the hallway. The sound of her footsteps echoes in the quiet space, the crinkle of plastic and foil from the bag adding an odd rhythm to your movement.

You pause for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders.

You take a deep breath and open the door, stepping into the familiar sanctuary of your room.

"Here this is a present for you" says mom and hands you the bag.

Your mother's fingers brush against yours as she places the bag in your hands, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. The weight of the bag is heavy, the crinkle of plastic and foil within emanating a sense of anticipation.