On My 18th Birthday, Grandma Gifted Me a Hand-Knitted Red Cardigan — Plain, Thoughtful, Priceless
When I reached 18, my grandma presented me with a red cardigan —hand-knitted, plain, inexpensive. I smiled and replied, “Thanks.” That ended the exchange. She passed away a few weeks afterward. I never put it on. Fifteen years went by. Yesterday, my 15-year-old daughter discovered it in a box and asked, “Can I try it ...

















