When my mother learned to sew, she was a child of nine.

Sewing dresses into skirts when money was tight. And money was always tight–like last year’s pair of jeans. She learned to work the needle and thread out of need. Me, out of curiosity. When in childhood, I broke her sewing machine, it was curiosity at work too. It’s taken over a decade, but this November, mum decided to go shopping for a sewing machine. It’s still in its box.

We lack the space. She lacks the time. And yet, we know better, and it gets better–like mommy-look-at-these-awesome-semester-grades-better. My education is yours. 🙂