I spent so much time and
energy picking out the most
beautiful set of dice in the

perfect shade of purple, her
favorite color, that I never
stopped and thought about

if I should. My dad took
one look at my lilac acrylic 
present and pointed out,

Why did you get dice for
your wife? She doesn’t play
games with you. My face flushes.

I burn red-hot because I know
he’s right.  The dice won’t 
forgive me either unless I 

break a family rule, Never
take back a gift you’ve given.
They won’t see play.  She doesn’t

gamble, doesn’t role-play, doesn’t
need them. I failed as a gift-giver
because I forgot the rule most impotant:

Think of the person you’re giving it to.