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My late great grandmother always used to knit, for as long as I remember, any time my family would visit she would always be knitting, sitting in the living room in a rocking chair that had been there even before I was born and remains there now. She used a pair of plastic knitting needles, often the only sound in the house was the sound of the needles clashing as she knitted. She would make blankets and sweater which were very snug. I should know, I wore them. She always knitted as a present, and from what I’ve been told, I wasn’t the first to receive. And through my grandmother’s house you could find some those old sweaters she would make, left there by visiting relatives who forgot them by chance. The first thing my great grandmother knitted for me was a small blue blanket, and my parents wanted to keep me covered in it, even if she scolded them for covering me up during hot days and for not putting it over me on cold ones. And she didn’t stop there, soon after me came my sister and my granny doubled down on knitting, now she wasn’t only buying blue yarn but pink too. It was always fascinating seeing her knitt, she would sit in her chair, she would turn on the television and change the channel to a soap opera, she often didn’t care about looking at the television, she only wanted something to hear. And if you sat to talk to her while she was knitting, you were often left to talk to yourself after a while, as she would eventually stop talking and focus on knitting instead. She was quite the stubborn woman, even when her health was giving out she kept on going, she kept on knitting and giving away what she made, even close to her last moments she was preoccupied with a ball of yarn and her pair of needles, as the first child to be born in a while was arriving soon. And as we said goodbye to the year, that baby was born, and a full set of blankets, hats and more were already waiting, but alas that child would be the last one to receive a knitted gift from my grandmother, as she left this world not more than a month from the coming of the new year.