Robert took the bag, glancing at it curiously.
“That’s so sweet of you, Mom. But didn’t you already give her that wonderful sweater? You’re spoiling her.”
Sarah shifted her weight, her expression faltering.
“I don’t think she liked the sweater…”
Robert frowned, his tone sharpening. “Why would you think that?”
She sighed, meeting his eyes. “I found it yesterday at the donation drive.
Someone had thrown it away.”
His face darkened, and his jaw tightened. “What? She threw away your gift?
That’s unacceptable.”
“Please, don’t overreact,” Sarah pleaded, placing a gentle hand on his arm. But her words didn’t stop Robert as he stormed into the house, his voice booming.
“Violet! Get down here now!”
“What?
Is it important?” Violet’s voice drifted down the stairs, her tone indifferent.
“Now!” Robert barked, his frustration evident.
Violet appeared at the top of the stairs, her arms crossed and her expression bored. “What’s the big deal?”
Robert didn’t waste a moment. “Where’s the sweater Grandma gave you?”
“In my room, I think.
Why?” Violet replied with a shrug, her tone nonchalant.
“It’s not in your room!” Robert’s voice grew louder. “It was at the donation drive for the homeless!”
Violet’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise with defiance. “How do you know about that?”
“So, it’s true?” Robert shouted.
“How could you? Apologize to your grandmother right now!”
“No way!” Violet snapped. “That sweater was ugly!
I’d never wear it. At least now someone else can use it.”
Robert’s face turned red with anger.
“Watch your mouth! Do you have any idea how much love she put into making that for you?
It wasn’t just a sweater—it was a piece of her heart!”
Neither of them noticed Sarah quietly slipping out the door, her face a mix of sadness and understanding.
She placed the small gift bag on the porch before walking down the path and out of sight.
When the argument finally subsided, Robert and Violet noticed the bag. Violet bent down and opened it.
Inside was a soft, store-bought sweater in her favorite color. Her eyes widened in recognition.
“This is the one I’ve been asking for all month!
How did Grandma know?” she exclaimed, pulling it out.
Robert noticed the folded note tucked inside. He picked it up and began reading aloud.
“Dear Violet, I’m sorry the sweater wasn’t right for you. I asked your mom what you wanted and got you this instead.
I hope you like it. Love, Grandma.”
Violet stood frozen, the new sweater clutched tightly to her chest. Her expression softened, guilt washing over her like a wave.
Without a word, she turned and ran out the door.
Robert watched her go, his own frustration melting into quiet concern.
He sighed, hoping this was the moment Violet would finally understand what her grandmother’s love truly meant.
Sarah was sitting in her cozy living room, the soft click of her knitting needles creating a soothing rhythm as she worked on a new project.
The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting warm patterns on the floor.
She felt a sense of peace, her hands moving skillfully over the yarn.
The sudden chime of the doorbell broke her focus.
Startled, she set her knitting aside and made her way to the door, smoothing her sweater as she went.
When she opened it, there stood Violet, her face a mixture of determination and regret.
“Hi, Grandma,” Violet said softly, her usual teenage confidence replaced with something much more tender.
“Hello, dear,” Sarah replied, her voice warm but cautious. “How’s the sweater?”
“It’s beautiful,” Violet said, her voice trembling. “Thank you so much.”
Sarah smiled gently but waited, sensing there was more Violet wanted to say.
“Grandma,” Violet began, her hands fidgeting nervously, “I came to say I’m sorry.
I didn’t appreciate the first sweater you made me.
It was amazing, and I know how much love you put into it. I feel awful for what I did. If I could get it back, I would.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion.
Sarah’s own eyes began to shine, and she reached out to gently touch Violet’s cheek.
“Really?” Sarah asked, her voice full of warmth and understanding.
“Yes,” Violet said firmly, nodding.
Sarah’s smile widened as she walked to the small closet by the door. From the top shelf, she carefully pulled out the original sweater. Turning, she handed it to Violet, who stared at it in disbelief.
“You kept it?” Violet whispered, clutching it tightly.
“Of course,” Sarah said softly.
“I thought one day you might want it back.”
Violet’s face lit up, and she threw her arms around her grandmother, hugging her tightly. “Thank you, Grandma. Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome, my dear,” Sarah whispered, holding her close.
“All I want is for you to be happy.”
In that moment, both of them felt the unspoken bond between them grow stronger, their hearts lighter with understanding and love.
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