What I’m Really Thankful For
We had been at Grandmother’s for less than ten minutes when she said she had a surprise for me. She pulled out two beautiful quilts that she had made and told me to pick one out to take home. I oohed and ahhed while deciding which one I wanted. Silly me, I didn’t think to ask why she was offering me one when I knew there was a long list of family members waiting for one of her prized quilts.
Suddenly Grandmother’s eyes got big. “Oh! Wait! There’s another one I want to show you!”
With great excitement she motioned for me to follow her as she shuffled down the hall. She led me into the guest bedroom where she pulled out a half-finished quilt.
Grandmother spread it out over the bed. She looked at me with pride while I ran my hand over the curved pieces of fabric stitched together in interlocking circles.
“It’s a wedding ring quilt. For whoever gets married next!”
Aw fuck.
