• On my shelf lays an important part of my life. Each stitch of olive green wool binds the happy time. My scarf gets older and older but never gets less special. It gives off warmth in the cold times.
    The cloth isn’t a simple piece of clothing. It represents warmth for one thing. My scarf also symbolizes my grandmother and willingness. It is like the last golden star. The scarf shines in a loving way.
    One day soon came to discourage me. I happened to be coming home from school. After arriving home, I heard drastic news. My grandma had been placed in the hospital. After weeks went by, my grandma began to become very ill. My mom decided to drive my cousin and I to her. After arriving at the hospital, I thought that all the windows were glaring eyes. The hospital seemed to have a giant mouth, ready to swallow the weary.
    When I first got in my grandma’s room, I could feel tears swell in my eyes. My grandma lay tired on the bed. As the nurse entered I backed away. My grandma soon decided to spend her dreadful times with me.
    She had once sown for her favorite activity. She decided to teach me how to sown. After an hour had gone by I had been okay. Day after day passed by. Each day I would visit my grandma and each day my scarf would get longer. It looked like a green snake unwinding itself. Soon after a month, my grandma passed away.
    I felt sad, but knew she had left me some love. Each stitch of green resembled a piece of love from her.
    This scarf isn’t any scarf. I take care of it as if it had been a diamond. I keep it safe on my shelf. I want to pass it through daughters of my family. My scarf is olive with a touch of hand made magic.