Olga V. (ESE) - On Presents

I "terribly" love giving gifts. I remember how every year for the first day of school, my grandmother would arrange a bouquet for my favorite teacher. We would gather the bouquet the evening before. And all evening, I would walk up to it, stroke it, surround it with my favorite toys, mentally imagining how I would present it—give it away.

I remember the strongest feeling of happiness was at the exact moment I was handing over the bouquet. I don't remember the teacher's reaction, I was completely consumed by this massive inner happiness of my own: I gave it, I presented it, I brought joy—or so it seemed to me, just as intensely as I was rejoicing myself.