After years, she held the knitting needle. This time, she was knitting for the baby, who was due to arrive. She would be granny. She was ecstatic about it, gradually giving shape to her knitting skills in afternoons.
â€œMamma, I lost my baby. I slipped and the baby is gone,â€ her daughter informed her over phone.
All her dreams shattered, but still she continued her knitting.
â€œFor whom you are knitting? We have lost our baby!â€ her man said.
I will gift this to an orphan, in memory of my grandchild..