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I FOUND A BLANKET I KNITTED FOR MY LATE DAUGHTER AT MY MIL’S GARAGE SALE. Five years ago, when I finally got pregnant with my first child, we decided to name her Daisy. I spent months knitting a pink blanket adorned with white daisies. The day Daisy was born, I held her in my arms, wrapped her in the blanket, and we took our first and LAST photo together because hours later, the doctor told me she died. I screamed, cried, and begged to see her, but my husband, Aaron, and my MIL, Margaret, insisted it was best to remember her as she was. They told me they arranged the funeral, but I was too weak to attend. I spiraled into a deep depression in the following years. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, Margaret held a garage sale. While browsing, I froze. There it was: Daisy’s blanket. Every stitch, every detail was the same. Shaking, I confronted Margaret. “Why is this here? This was buried with Daisy!” She looked ghost-pale, but before she could respond, Aaron walked in. I held up the blanket. “You told me she was buried in this! What’s going on?” Aaron’s face crumbled. Through tears, he finally confessed, “Everything you know about Daisy is a lie. She NEVER DIED. I can’t keep this secret anymore. Dear, it’s time you know the truth.” ⬇️Story continues in the first comment IMG_7080

I FOUND A BLANKET I KNITTED FOR MY LATE DAUGHTER AT MY MIL’S GARAGE SALE. Five years ago, when I finally got pregnant with my first child, we decided to name her Daisy. I spent months knitting a pink blanket adorned with white daisies. The day Daisy was born, I held her in my arms, wrapped her in the blanket, and we took our first and LAST photo together because hours later, the doctor told me she died. I screamed, cried, and begged to see her, but my husband, Aaron, and my MIL, Margaret, insisted it was best to remember her as she was. They told me they arranged the funeral, but I was too weak to attend. I spiraled into a deep depression in the following years. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, Margaret held a garage sale. While browsing, I froze. There it was: Daisy’s blanket. Every stitch, every detail was the same. Shaking, I confronted Margaret. “Why is this here? This was buried with Daisy!” She looked ghost-pale, but before she could respond, Aaron walked in. I held up the blanket. “You told me she was buried in this! What’s going on?” Aaron’s face crumbled. Through tears, he finally confessed, “Everything you know about Daisy is a lie. She NEVER DIED. I can’t keep this secret anymore. Dear, it’s time you know the truth.” ⬇️Story continues in the first comment

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