Angela raised up the finished work of wool. She had completed knitting the sweater, and it came out... well. She tilted her head as she raised the woolen sweater. She sat on her bed.
"This isn't too small for him, is it? Hmm." She muttered to the cloth. "It does look small, though." She concluded. She wanted to gift it to him, but now her mind had decided it was too small for him. She didn't know what to do with it. She shivered from the intense chill that came from her window and dropped the knitted sweater on her bed in alarm. She stood up and walked to her window.
