Yarn Ball

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Sam

I pushed open the doors and was immediately greeted with friendly hellos.

"Sammy boy! It's been a while."

I let out a small laugh. "Henry, you say that all the time. I saw you just yesterday."

"Yes I know but time is short when your old." He let out a small sigh before sitting back in his chair, letting his eyelids shut.

I silently nodded before passing him and clocking in. I had worked at Aspens Retirement Home for 3 years now and I adored it. Most people would be slightly freaked out to be around old folks but I found it quite intriguing. They told the best stories and were actually fun to be around.

I waltzed to the front desk to pick up my schedule for the day. The first thing on my list was knitting session? I spun on my heels and glanced around for someone to talk to about this mishap. This had to be a mistake. I never had knitting session. I spotted Tina walking down the hallway and immediately stopped her.

"Hey Tina?"

"Hmm?" She asked not looking up from her charts.

"I think there's something wrong with my schedule."

She slowly lifted her head before grabbing my schedule and checking it over.

"No it's not." She handed it back. "Everyone's got a new job today. The owner wanted to shake things up a bit."

I frowned slightly. "Oh ok well thanks for clearing that up!" I said but she was already walking away.

I let out a sigh as I glanced at my watch. It looks like I had some knitting to do.

• . • . • .

Tyler

I placed my hands on the door knob as I sent an unsure glance back to my parents. They just nodded encouragingly, telling me to go in. So I did, slowly turning the knob and pulling the door open to reveal a circle of old people.

I shuffled inside, letting the door shut silently as I stood to the far right of everyone. I didn't say anything, just watched as the instructor taught them how to knit. I don't know why mum thought it'd be a good idea to watch this, the only reason we came was to see grammy. I leaned on the table slightly watching as their frail hands worked with the needles. In all honesty, it seemed a bit boring but I guess when you were old that was all you could do.

The door opened rather loudly causing all heads to turn towards it, even mine. There in the doorway, stood a flustered looking boy. The instructor excused herself before she went over to him. They began to discuss something quietly. I couldn't tell what they were talking about but the boy kept nodding a lot. Eventually the instructor went back to the class but my eyes were still on him. He seemed out of place in this room yet strangely content at the same time, he was intriguing. He went around helping the patients with their work the best he could but anyone could see how frustrated he was getting. I let out a small chuckle as he called the instructor over to help them both.

Minutes flew by without me noticing and soon enough knitting class was over. Patients put their work down and shuffled out the door diligently but the boy stayed.

Gaining up enough courage, I walked over to him.