"A gift box always appears every morning in the corner of his room. Next to the door, facing the big window,
bathed in the sunlight, making it the most salient thing every time he wake up.
Sometimes it contains amazing thing, sometimes it contains normal thing, sometimes it contains horrible thing.
The little boy always feels content with whatever it is nonetheless.
Until one day, it appeared with nothing inside, only a note attached with one incomplete sentence,
"happy birthday-". And never again a new one appears since then. He was sad."
