I Didn’t Understand My Grandma’s Gift… Until I Found the Note She Hid Inside
I was eighteen when my grandmother handed me a red hand-knitted cardigan, her eyes shining with quiet pride. I remember saying a quick, distracted “Thanks” — too young to understand the weight of effort behind handmade things and too naive to see how love often arrives wrapped in simplicity, not ribbons. I folded it away, … Read more