I accidentally saw my daughter-in-law throw away the baby blanket that I myself had knitted for my granddaughter; I immediately pulled it out of the trash container — and at that very moment I felt that something hard was hidden inside the fabric 😱🫣
I saw my daughter-in-law throw my granddaughter’s blanket into the trash container. She didn’t just toss it in — she shoved it inside sharply, with a kind of anger, as if she wanted to get rid not of an object, but of the memory itself. Without thinking, I ran to the container and pulled it out.
