Years went by. Life moved quickly—I went to college, got married, had a child, and built a life of my own. The cardigan stayed at the back of my closet, hidden away like a forgotten memory. Now, my daughter is 15. The other day, while we were cleaning, she stumbled across the cardigan. Her eyes lit up as she held it against herself. “Can I try it on, Mom?” she asked. I nodded, feeling a rush of nostalgia. As she slipped her hands into the pockets, she froze. “Mom… there’s something in here.” Curious, I reached in and pulled out a tiny, worn piece of folded paper. My hands trembled as I carefully opened it.