She used to be accustomed to this kind of life.
But this year, she stared eagerly outside the window, feeling an emptiness inside her.
"Sis, I've brought you the needles and thread you asked for."
An Nannan, holding yarn and knitting needles, hopped over happily.
"Good."
An Nuannuan took them and examined the ball of yarn.
"Sis, what are you going to do with this?"
"I'm thinking of knitting something."
An Nuannuan said with a smile.
"Like the sweaters grandma knits for us?"
An Nannan touched the knitted sweater she was wearing; grandma's craftsmanship was excellent.
In her youth, Grandma was renowned for her needlework, exceptional among the young ladies of her time; occasionally, well-known tailors would seek her advice.
Most of the sweaters and gloves that Nuannuan and Nannan wore from childhood were hand-knit by Grandma.
An Nuannuan nodded, as the weather grew colder, Grandma knit them many clothes, including sweaters, gloves, scarves, and cotton socks.
