When I Turned 18, My Grandma Gave Me a Simple Red Hand-Knitted Cardigan
When I turned 18, my grandma gave me a red cardigan — hand-knitted, simple, nothing fancy. I smiled, said “Thanks,” and that was it. She passed away a few weeks later. I never wore it. Fifteen years went by. Yesterday, my 15-year-old daughter found the cardigan tucked away in a box and asked, “Can I …
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