When I turned 18, my grandma knitted me a red cardigan. It was all she could afford, and though I liked it, I was a teenager caught up in my own world. I didn’t fully appreciate the love and effort she had poured into every single stitch. I just gave her a quick, dry “Thanks,”…
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