Decay of gratitude...

You are gifted with a food type of present, lucky you! They had alerted you earlier on what it was going to be and when you would expect it. You quickly put on a show where you leaped for joy, because conforming to standards of a moral society demands so but deep down, you were actually craving for something flip-side different in taste.

Or better yet, you would be pretty happy being wired the money to decide what you really want to get yourself or save up for, especially now, during the lockdown edition of life. So your mind keeps screaming, "tell our kind gifter, you don't fancy their gifting brainstorming for now, infact, you actually have a better present idea yourself."

However, the timid, tight lipped mouth, just can't find the grace to open up about the same, in fear of losing out on getting any gift in the first place, on account of her action. 

You then refer to your mother's huge imaginary scroll of instructions on behaving, developed over the years with her high heeled shoe as her aid and decide, a simple "thank you" will do because a gift is a gift!