May 27
Through the Fabric of Time
“Be careful with the needle.” My fingers pricked and poked, the light tap of her foot, the repetition of sounds, the whirring of the machine, on the table, hunched over the mahogany surface, stains of coffee and tea and other beverages embedded in the grains. My fingers began to ache, my mother held the fabric beneath the needle of the machine, I observed, when it was my turn, the stitches began to form quickly before twisting off the fabric. We readjusted the machine, this r
