Rachel warns me, previously, and I should have taken it more seriously. Mother can really be strict compared to both Ostwald and Albert combined. I never expect this, but I never think sewing and cooking would be this hard.
"Good job, Rachel, but it can be better. Helen, watch your sister, she's a good example." My mother holds the two pieces of fabric that I try to connect with a string and a needle. The task is simple, but in practice, it's more complicated than crafting an M4, at least, for me.
My only sewing knowledge is from when I was in the air force, and that's for only two things, makeshift repair for MOLLE and, very rarely, sewing wounds. For precise and aesthetically pleasing threading, I am beaten by the probably 13-year-old Rachel.
"Alright," I say.
"Who do you think will fix your father's torn clothing? It's me, not the maids," My mother comments as she gives me the example of actually sewing the two fabrics together in an aesthetically pleasing manner.
