Last week, while on the phone with my Mom, she began to tell me about a time when I was younger. I was around 7 years old. My Mom would knit mittens for my brother and myself. One day, when I returned from school, my Mom asked me where my mittens were. I replied, "I gave them to another girl who didn't have any mittens. Her hands were cold." My Mom then started to get upset with me. She said, "do you think I can just knit you a pair overnight to keep your hands warm?"
My Grandfather was visiting while this was all going on. He looked at my Mom, and said, "Don't you give her a hard time about that. She has got a giving heart, and there aren't very many people out there like her."
