Poor Grandma Is Mocked and Neglected by Grandson for ‘Ugly’ Sweater She Knits Him for Christmas — Story of the Day

A grandson mocks and neglects his grandmother for sending him an “ugly” sweater for Christmas. Little does the boy know it’ll end up saving his life one day.

“Mom! Mom!” 11-year-old Mark cried to his mother, Cindy. “It’s the same sweater, mom! I don’t want to wear it!”

“Please, honey, put it on! We’re already running late!” Cindy stated as she frantically packed their suitcases and checked for any last-minute items.

“But mom! It’s not even my size. Can I please get something else to wear?”

“Don’t trouble your mom, Mark,” his father, Luke, intervened. “We have to leave now. Is everything done, honey?” he asked Cindy.

Mark neglected and mocked his grandmother | Photo: Shutterstock

Mark neglected and mocked his grandmother | Photo: Shutterstock

“Yes, honey. It’s all done. Let’s leave.”

Cindy and Mark took out their suitcases and loaded them into the car. Mark sat in the back seat, frowning, because he had to wear something he didn’t want to, also because it was THAT sweater, the sweater Mark hated!

It was Christmas morning. Mark leaped out of bed before the sun came up and dashed down the stairs. “Mom! Dad!” he cried. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!”

A lovely Christmas tree stood in the corner of their living room, but the major attraction for Mark was the huge pile of gifts that stood beneath it.

Mark ran to the Christmas tree and stopped dead. Sifting among the packages, he chose the first. It was for his mom. The second was for his dad.

Mark dashed to the Christmas tree to open the presents | Photo: Pexels

Mark dashed to the Christmas tree to open the presents | Photo: Pexels

Mark quickly sorted through all the Christmas gifts and discovered two huge parcels addressed to him. He opened the first one quickly and found a Nike backpack inside. His lips tilted in a smile, and he went for the next one. It was an RC car this time, and Mark couldn’t contain his happiness.

Suddenly, after sorting through the gifts, he noticed a parcel behind the Christmas tree in a corner. “To lovely Mark from Grandma Sandy,” the note on it read. “It must be the video game Grandma had promised! I knew Grandma would send it to me!” The boy thought as he quickly unwrapped the parcel.

However, as he looked inside, his face frowned. It was a red woolen sweater, a bit too big for him, and its sleeves were not even the same size.

Mark not only disliked the gift, he hated it. “UGLY!...