Afterward, I told Emma about her great-grandmother — how strong she was, how hard she worked, and how she always gave more than she had. She had grown up during hard times, with little money but an abundance of love. When I was little, she’d make me soup from scratch and tell me that the secret ingredient was “a dash of love.” I used to roll my eyes. Now I understood exactly what she meant.
From that day on, the cardigan didn’t go back into the closet. It became something of a family heirloom. Emma started wearing it often — to school, on walks, even on chilly nights at home. Every time I saw her wearing it, my heart swelled. It felt like my grandmother was with us again, woven into every thread.Continue reading…
