Glad you kept the sweatshirt that your always very thoughtful and good hearted daughter made for you with so much love involving my kids even behind it. I'm sorry you felt it ugly. Shame you also felt your daughter less worthy than strangers. The kids whose hands and feet made that shirt possible - My kids - you got my kids - everything in their lives...and the shirt - how lucky you are. As I have been forced to survive insanity, miss everything in my kids lives that I birthed so that shirt could be possible. I'm surprised you even thought to mention this daughter or one of the many heartfelt gestures I made in my life. I'd be happy to have the shirt - would be "something" possible for me to have that is rooted in "my" kids. Missing "my" kids - painfully. Wrongfully. How lucky you have been - I can just imagine the stories told about me since 8/2007. Parental Alienation - nationwide epidemic leaving loving people with only glimpses of shirts with my kids hands and feet upon as a reminder of what once "was" before a mob sideswiped me. Ungly sweatshirt and my kids in your life and possession... How fortunate I hope you feel. Is good to know you have some memory of my existence and efforts in life. Heartbreaking. My kids and I are losing so others can gain.