Dylan trudged home from school, the weight of his bag heavy on his shoulders. Laughter from his classmates echoed in his ears, a cruel reminder of the teasing he faced for wearing the Spiderman sweater his grandmother, Mariam, had lovingly knitted. With each step, his heart sank deeper, feeling more alone.

As he reached their little cottage, he spotted Mariam in the backyard, tending to beetroots. Her warm smile always brought comfort, but today, frustration bubbled inside him. “Mimi, can I talk to you?” he called out.

She wiped her hands and hurried over. “Of course, sweetie! What’s wrong?”

Dylan hesitated. He wanted to tell her about the teasing, but instead, he blurted, “Can you buy me a Spiderman jersey?”

Her smile faltered. “Oh, honey, let me see what I can do.” As she searched for money in their small home, Dylan felt a pang of guilt. When she returned with only ten dollars, his heart sank.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, masking her worry. Mariam rushed to Smalltown Styles, hoping for a miracle. But when she found the last Spiderman jersey priced at sixty-five dollars, her heart shattered.

Back home, Mariam found Dylan curled up in bed, tears on his cheeks. They shared a simple dinner, but his usual enthusiasm was gone. That night, determined to cheer him up, she spent hours at her knitting machine, creating a new Spiderman sweater with love.

“Dylan, I have a surprise!” she called the next morning, revealing her creation. For a moment, disappointment crossed his face, but he quickly smiled and said, “I love it, Mimi!”

As he walked to school, he hoped things would be different. But as soon as he entered the classroom, laughter erupted. “Did you find that in the trash?” one boy shouted. Dylan’s heart sank again, and he ran out of the room, tears blurring his vision.

Mr. Pickford, his teacher, noticed the laughter and decided to take action. He wanted to teach his students a lesson about kindness and compassion.

On Monday, Dylan reluctantly wore the sweater again. To his surprise, the classroom was quiet. When he walked in, Mr. Pickford stood there wearing an identical Spiderman sweater. “There’s my superhero partner!” he exclaimed, and the class erupted in admiration.

“How did you know?” Dylan whispered.

“Let’s just say your talented grandma knitted this one for me too!” Mr. Pickford winked. Dylan’s heart swelled with joy as classmates gathered around, admiring the sweaters.

Days passed, and the laughter turned into words of encouragement. Dylan felt a sense of belonging as he shared stories about his grandmother.

One afternoon, he returned home to find a line of cars outside their cottage. A crowd had gathered, all eager to order sweaters from Mariam. “Look at all these nice people who want sweaters just like yours!” she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.

As they headed to the amusement park that evening, Dylan felt pride swell in his chest. “I love you, Mimi!” he chirped.

“I love you too, sweetie. To the moon and back,” she replied.

In that moment, as they stepped into a world filled with laughter and lights, Dylan realized that life could be tough, but love and kindness would always help him find his way back to happiness.