My granddaughter’s college graduation was a big day. I couldn’t afford much, so I made her a crochet with my own hands. Her other grandmother gave her a brand-new car. She barely noticed my gift, and I left feeling small and forgotten.
The next morning, my son called and told me to check my phone. What I saw left me in tears. My granddaughter had posted a photo of the crochet, writing that it was her most precious treasure, a symbol of love she would cherish forever. The post went viral, with thousands of people praising the thought and care behind it.
Later, she came to see me. She hugged me tightly and said the car was exciting, but my handmade gift meant the most because it carried time, love, and a piece of me.
That day, I realized something: the best gifts aren’t the most expensive—they’re the ones made with love.
