I know a lady who spent months making her son a quilt. She was so proud of it. The son let his step-kids use the quilt for camping in their yard, which, in itself, is okay as long as they took care of it. After their "camping trip" was over, they didn't bring the quilt back in. They left it laying there, with the sun/rain/etc. beating down on it for months. Apparently either nobody missed it and/or nobody cared about it. That makes me so sad, but what's even sadder is that the lady who made the quilt is the one who found it laying in the yard after all that time. Needless to say, it was ruined. She was brokenhearted.
