The Master Seamstress’s Final Cut: A Mother’s Debt Settled

takes you,” I replied. “But you won’t stay here. Tyson said if I didn’t like the music, I should find the door. I found it—and I’m showing it to you.”

The music stopped. For the first time in years, my house was silent. I went to my workshop, sat at my machine, and finally began to sew for myself.