My teenage daughter bought me an expensive scarf after saving her pocket money. I loved the gesture but rarely wore scarves. A year later, I donated it during a house cleanout without thinking.
She noticed months afterward and asked where it was. I lied and said it was packed safely somewhere. She is 29 now, and I still don't have that scarf. Every few years I search online hoping to find the exact same one. I underestimated how much a gift can mean because I focused on the object instead of the sacrifice behind it.