What a wonderful story. You are truly blessed that your sister thinks so highly of your quilts. It always gave me a lift when I would see a quilt I had made draped over the back of a chair, couch or on a bed, saying "I love you" without words. When my son left home he carried with him a quilt I had made him when he was about 12 or 13, that quilt went everywhere he went, even the times he "rebounded" home and when he left again. It just makes my heart glad. To those who don't appreciate your quilts - do not make them another one - ever.