The Cardigan I Overlooked Turned Into My Treasured Keepsake
When I turned 18, my grandmother crafted a red cardigan for me, pouring her heart into every stitch. It was all her modest means allowed. I appreciated it, offering her a quiet “Thank you.” She passed away shortly after. Time moved on, and the cardigan remained unworn, tucked away. Now, my daughter, at 15, wanted ...

















