This is my papas sweater. Today I'm wearing it, because I finally found it.
This sweater is thirteen years old.
Papa wore it once.
We've never washed it.
I don't ever want to.
Mama bought it for him, she looked for this specific sweater, it took her a long time.
What a beautiful sweater, when he gets better, he'll get out of that white-walled building and wear it.
It will look so nice.
It would have looked so nice.