When I turned 18, my grandma gave me a red cardigan hand-knitted, simple, not expensive.
When I turned 18, my grandma gave me a red cardigan — hand-knitted, simple, not expensive. I smiled and said, “Thanks.” That was it. She died a few weeks later. I never wore it. Fifteen years passed. Yesterday, my 15-year-old daughter found it in a box and said, “Can I try it on?” The moment…