Chapter 10: He Knits
“Ma, is it true that boys are not supposed to knit?" A little boy said. It was Caden, but younger. His hands were careful and slow as he maneuvered his knitting needles through a stitch then settling the knot through the other needle. His grandma stopped humming, breaking her fast and steady pace. Her wrinkled hands still held her knitting needles laced with a soft green yarn.
“People are supposed to do what they like to do, hun." Her kind and gentle voice soothed him. It had the hint of confidence and wisdom that you could only ever gain through a life well-lived. To Caden, his grandma was that. The young Caden nodded happily and continued to knit. His grandma laughed when he saw his tongue stick out of the corner of his lips. She smiled and sighed, settling back d
