Margarita, she always liked to fix her clothes up to a perfect fit. She taught me to fix my own clothes too and to even make some. I'll never get as skilled as her, or well, who knows when I am double my age if I get there. Her hands and the sounds of the sewing machine are secret to me. I learnt to fall asleep to that sound and every time I visit her, her hands have a bit more of roads marked on them and this picture is a personal treasure.
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