When I turned 18, my grandmother gave me a handmade red cardigan because she couldn’t afford a gift, but being ungrateful, I only gave her a dry “thanks.” Just two weeks later, she passed away, and the cardigan sat unworn for years until my 16-year-old daughter tried it on and reached into the pocket, pulling out two 2005 Backstreet Boys concert tickets that Grandma had scraped together money to buy for me and my best friend. Realizing how deeply she loved me and how poorly I had treated her left me sobbing in remorse, but today I treasure and wear that sweater constantly as a comforting reminder of her eternal love and her most valuable lesson: always show kindness to others, even when you aren’t feeling it. READ MORE BELOW <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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