The Blind Knitter

“Who knits these caps?” asked Trina. “My mom” The boy replied. “How many she knits in a day?” “3-4” “How many do you sell?” “Depends. On good days 5, on bad days nil” “What else do you do for a living?” Trina was finding it difficult to understand how they survive with such limited income. … Continue reading The Blind Knitter