She thanked her friend for the gift, but never found a place for it.

When Leah moved into her new flat, a friend brought a handmade present.

It was a framed piece of embroidery.

Her name stitched in blue thread.

A date beneath it marking the day she moved in.

Leah smiled when she opened it.

She said it was thoughtful.

And it was.

But the frame was slightly uneven, and the colours didn’t match anything in the room.

Each time she tried to place it somewhere, the same hesitation appeared.

Displaying it felt inauthentic.

Not displaying it felt ungrateful.

Eventually the embroidery moved into a hallway cupboard.

Behind winter coats.

Out of sight.

When her friend visited, other things filled the shelves instead.

Candles.

Plants.

Photographs.

The gift was never mentioned again.

Months later, during a clear-out, Leah picked up the frame and looked closely at the stitching.

The care was obvious.

Uneven lines.

Careful knots.

She placed it in a donation bag.

Quietly.

Her friend still asks how the flat feels now.

Whether it feels like home.

Leah says it does.

But sometimes she remembers the small moment when politeness felt easier than honesty.

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