Sara Learns to Sew

"...I began to work. I laid two pieces of cloth, one on top of the other, as I was instructed. I pulled the wheels of the machine and pressed the pedal. To my amazement, the machine began sewing. Its noise was pleasant. The cloth kept on moving forward, and I took two other parts, then another two and then another two. I was happy. My uncle was right. I can sew without any problem. It’s a shame my father cannot see me now. He doesn’t even know I got the job.

But what has happened? I only moved the sewn parts and everything fell apart, as if it was not done, I couldn’t understand why, the machine was sewing them, wasn’t it? I tried again and again and then stopped. There was no point in going on. I was happy for nothing! My poor uncle taught me the right movements, but he didn’t tell me to put the thread in the needle…”