I Lied About It

Okay, so this is stupid, but it's been eating me up for years. When I was, like, 16, my grandma gave me this really ugly sweater for Christmas. It was, like, neon orange with cats on it. She knitted it herself, and she was so proud. I hated it. I mean, REALLY hated it.

So, the next time I saw her, she asked if I'd worn it yet, and I said, 'Oh, yeah, Grandma, I wear it all the time! It's so warm!' Total lie. I hid that thing in the back of my closet and eventually donated it when she wasn't around.

She died a few years later. And now, every Christmas, I think about that stupid sweater and how I lied to her. I know it's just a sweater, but it feels like I betrayed her somehow. Like I didn't appreciate her. I wish I could take it back. I wish I'd just worn the damn thing, even once.