My 9-Year-Old Grandson Knitted 100 Easter Bunnies for Sick Kids from His Late Mom’s Sweaters – When My New DIL Threw Them Away Calling Them ‘Trash,’ My Son Taught Her a Lesson

Each bunny had its own little tag with a message tied around its neck.

“You are not alone.”

“You are brave.”

“Keep fighting.”

I asked him once how many he planned to make.

“One hundred,” he said, as if it were nothing.

And somehow… he did it!

For the first time in two years, I saw something come back into him. He wasn’t the same boy he used to be.

But he now had pride.

Somehow… he did it!

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The afternoon everything fell apart started like any other.

Liam and I were in the living room, carefully packing the last of the bunnies into boxes. We’d planned to take them to the children’s cancer ward the next morning.

My grandson was excited.