Every birthday my Grandmother makes me hand sewn clothing as a gift and mails them from her hometown…
… Last year she sent me an oversized ascot. Now, I haven’t seen her since I was a kid
and I’m an average sized adult male now, but my sweet grandmother must have
thought I grew into being a giant because everything she sends me is extremely large
and I just can’t fit anything she makes so I simply don’t wear any of it.
Well, last month I got the news that she was bedridden and wanted to see everyone
before she passes on. So I made the trip to that small town to say my goodbyes.
When I first arrived it was a bittersweet feeling as I got to see so many family
members I haven’t seen in so long. Everyone kept mentioning how tall and handsome
I turned out to be. You know, the usual type of small talk.
Before I went upstairs to see my grandmother, I decided to put on the last gift she
sent me, the oversized ascot. I figured she would feel appreciated here on earth before
she arrived at heaven’s gates. Well this thing was so large that I could hardly move my
neck around, but it was such a small sacrifice for that sweet old woman.
Well, as I entered the room, I met an unrecognizable frail woman with a familiar face
lying in bed. As she looked up her eyes got big with surprise. She weakly motioned
me over with her index finger so I walked towards the bed as her fragile self waited for
me. She started to speak but it was so faint that I couldn’t hear anything. So I got
closer and asked, “What is it Grandma?” She then whispered. “Boy, your ascot big”
