Immortal love

Stories are on streets, stories are on leaves but my story is different, it’s been weaved in yarn sweater. Thirty years ago, my grandma made it for me and today when my daughter wore it, it was still looking new.

Never before in my life, I had ever realized but it’s true that at times, tales of love and care become immortal.

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This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Three by Sonya. The photo is a courtesy to Philip Estrada.