“Yes grandma, because it’s magic, I like it!" I answered
without any doubt.
“Then why are you mad and why did you throw it away?”
“I worked so hard but there were so many mistakes…” I
almost cried, but my grandma still smiled and said, “Everyone
makes mistakes, so do I, but if I had thrown my work away,
then you would not be wearing that sweater I made for you.
Come on, let’s play magic!”
My grandma picked up the thing—a few knitted rows,
oddly-shaped and dirty, with a lot of mistakes. Yes, that was
what I knitted.
“Look at me carefully, please.” My grandma drew out the
needles and began to pull the yarn slowly. In about twenty
seconds, maybe shorter, my ugly piece turned back into yarn
again.
“Wow!” That was the only word I could say at that time and
I thought the yarn was really magic.
My grandma patted me on the head and said, “I’ll give you
another ball of yarn, but you have to promise, never to throw it
away and keep this clean by yourself.”
I nodded quickly because I was so eager to start knitting
again. Unfortunately, I made a mistake again. I stopped and