Watched my mom sew as I went on about principles of truth in communication. When she finished she was upset because despite sewing, her swimsuit still had an issue. She cursed herself and I said, don’t worry, I don’t even know how to do that so it’s pretty good.
She said, they had to take classes for this in school.
I think about it. Hey, how come you never taught me how to sew?
She has that oh-fuck-i’m-called-out look on her face, then waves me off. Go learn it yourself.
I was howling. That’s alway been the way she’s approached the process.
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