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Maria had spent the whole afternoon looking for the perfect gift for her friend Anna. At last, she found an old, handmade music box, just like the one they had heard together on a trip.

She cleaned it carefully, put a small note inside, and wrapped it in blue paper. She tied the ribbon so beautifully that, for a few minutes, she simply looked at it and smiled.

But when it was time to leave for the party, she felt a knot in her stomach. The box played a simple, sweet melody that reminded her of their old conversations and everything they had experienced together.

Maria picked up the gift and stood in front of the door. Then she put it back on the table and searched the closet for another box. She looked at the clock, touched the ribbon, and wondered if she could really part with it.

Maria found a plain white box in the closet and put it beside the blue gift. She thought about moving the music box into it so the gift would not seem so special. But as soon as she picked up the blue package, she realized she did not want to change it.

She put it back in her bag and put on her coat. She had not decided whether she would give it to Anna or keep it until she felt more ready. Perhaps, she thought, for now it was enough just to take it with her. That way, she could decide later.

But before leaving, she remembered the note. She carefully took it out of the box and read it once more: “For everything I never told you.” The words suddenly seemed very personal to her. She did not want to make Anna feel uncomfortable or give the gift more importance than it should have.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the note. Should she leave it as it was, or write something simpler?

Maria took a clean card and wrote: “For our lovely moments. Happy birthday, Anna.” She folded it and put it inside the music box. The new message was simple, but it said exactly what she was able to say at that moment.

She stood up, picked up her bag, and left. On the way, she still felt a little unsettled. Every now and then she touched the ribbon, as if she wanted to make sure the gift was still there.

At the party, she waited until she found Anna alone. She handed her the package and said only, “I hope you like it.” Anna carefully opened the blue wrapping and, as soon as she saw the music box, smiled broadly.

“I remember it!” she said. “It’s from our trip.”

She read the card and hugged Maria without saying anything. Maria felt the knot in her stomach loosen. She realized that the gift did not lose its value because she was parting with it. On the contrary, its value lay precisely in the fact that now they could share this lovely memory.