November 19, 2001
Dear Diary,
Sometimes my family makes me think I'm useless, they ignore me, even when they come to my house on Sundays. I have three beautiful grandchildren, they are John, Laura and Liz. My son is their father, he treats me as if I were nothing. In some moments we are alone, for example, in the kitchen, he tells me he only comes here because John, Liz and Laura want to see me, but I think that isn't true. My passion is knitting, I have been knitting since I was a fisher-girl, when I got married with Tom, when I had children, to summarise, all my life. I started knitting when I was 11, my grandmother, Ana, taught me. After that, I began to learn to knit different types of things.
Since my son, Mark, had children, I thought it was my task as a grandma to knit to them. They started thanking me the scarves and cardigans I knitted to them, but when they grew up they started telling me "There is no need". At first I didn't care, but then this typical phrase became heavy. Nowdays I don't know what to do, if I continue knitting to them or leave it. Now my hands look old, they are red and also arthritic, but if it is for my grandchildren I would do everything.
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