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A young boy’s heart shatters when cruel classmates mock the sweater his grandmother lovingly knitted for him. But one teacher’s act of kindness stitches his heart back together, proving that real heroes don’t always wear capes.

The schoolbag felt like a boulder on Dylan’s tiny shoulders as he trudged home, kicking pebbles along the cracked sidewalk. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the ground. What burden could an 8-year-old possibly bear?

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It was the new trend at school and all the kids were buzzing about wearing superhero-themed jerseys the next day. All except Dylan.

His heart sank as he thought about his grandma Mariam, or Mimi as he called her. He knew she couldn’t afford one.

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As he approached their little cottage nestled at the far end of the picturesque street, he spotted Mariam in their little backyard, her wrinkled hands carefully plucking beetroots from the soil.

“Mimi, I need to talk to you,” Dylan called out, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Be there in a jiffy, sweetie!” Mariam chirped back.

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Dylan stomped into the house, flinging his schoolbag. It knocked over an old framed photo of baby Dylan cradled in his parents’ arms. The glass cracked, a spider web spreading across their smiling faces.

Dylan’s heart clenched as he looked at the photo, remembering the story Mariam had told him countless times.

His parents had died in a tragic car crash when he was just one year old. Since then, Mariam had been his rock, his everything.

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She’d raised him alone, scraping by on what little she earned selling homemade cookies, fresh eggs from their backyard chickens, and her hand-knitted items around town.

It wasn’t much, but Mariam had always made sure Dylan never went without love.

She hurried in, her apron stained with dirt. “What’s wrong, my little man?”

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Dylan looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can… can you buy me a superhero jersey, Mimi? Please? It has to be Spiderman!”

“Oh, honey,” Mariam’s voice cracked. “Let me see what I can do.”

Her heart raced as she scurried around the house, checking every nook and cranny where she might have stashed away a few dollars. Cookie jars, pillowcases, even the rusty tin behind the peeling wallpaper. All empty.

A sad, disheartened young boy | Source: Midjourney

With trembling hands, she counted the meager savings she’d scraped together. Ten dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.

“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” she called out, her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her insides.

The bell above the door jingled as Mariam entered Smalltown Styles, the only kids’ clothing store for miles. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lone Spiderman jersey hanging on the display.

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“How much for that one?” she asked, pointing with a shaky finger.

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically. “That’s our last one, ma’am. Sixty-five dollars.”

Mariam’s face fell. “Oh… I see. Thank you anyway.”

A Spiderman-themed jersey on display in a cloth store | Source: Midjourney

As she turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out, “Wait! We’re having a sale next week. Maybe you could—”

But Mariam was already gone, the bell’s cheerful jingle doing little to ease her heavy heart.

Back home, Mariam found Dylan curled up in bed, his small frame wracked with silent sobs. She gently shook him awake for dinner, a humble meal of porridge with boiled beetroot and eggs.

Dylan ate quietly. It seemed unusual to Mariam, but she understood.

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“Time for your bedtime prayer, sweetie,” she reminded him softly.

Dylan mumbled through the familiar words, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

For the first time since he could remember, he crawled under the covers without giving Mariam a goodnight kiss.

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As soon as she heard his breathing even out, Mariam sprang into action.

She crept into Dylan’s room and carefully removed the worn Spiderman poster peeling from the wall. Back in her room, she fired up her old knitting machine, determination etched on her face.

Through the night she worked, her arthritic fingers flying over the yarn, shaping it into a familiar red and blue pattern.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, Mariam held up her creation—a woolen Spiderman sweater, crafted with love in every stitch.

“Dylan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you! It’s in the dining room!” Mariam called out, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep but brimming with excitement.

Dylan shuffled into the dining room, his eyes widening as he saw the sweater laid out on the table.

A Spiderman-themed knitwear laid on a table | Source: Midjourney

For a split second, disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile.

“I love it, Mimi!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist.

As Dylan headed off to school, Mariam watched him go, her heart swelling with pride. She didn’t notice the slight droop in his shoulders or the way he tugged nervously at the sweater’s sleeves.

“Have a great day, my little superhero!” she called after him.

Mariam laughed, a sound as warm and comforting as the sweater Dylan wore. “Of course we can, pumpkin. After all, every superhero needs a day off sometimes!”

As they walked hand in hand towards the twinkling lights of the fairground, Dylan looked up at his grandmother. In the fading light, he could almost see a halo around her silver hair.

“I love you, Mimi. So, so, so much!” he chirped.

Mariam gently squeezed his hand, her eyes glistening. “I love you too, sweetie. To the moon and back.”

A happy little boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

And as they stepped into the whirl of colors and laughter, Dylan realized something important: Life might get tough sometimes, but there are guardian angels watching over us. Sometimes they wear teacher’s badges, and sometimes they knit Spiderman sweaters! But they’re always there, ready to wrap us in love when we need it most.