A friend invited me to dinner on Christmas Eve–Nochebuena. Everyone was nice and I think everyone liked me.
When I went to leave, my friend gave me a gift. We hadn’t talked about gifts. It hadn’t occurred to me to get her anything. She gave me a bag filled with pretty tissue paper. In the tissue paper was a mason jar of cookie mix she put together herself. There was brown sugar, flour, and chocolate chips inside. It felt more thoughtful than most of the gifts I’ve gotten in my life.