The Stitcher

Watch her, the woman that is. How her eyes are focused on nothing but the stitch, her undying dedication to finishing her work, the father is out and the daughter, oh the daughter. Sitting there with the look of wanting and not knowing what she wants, like when it's a weekend and you're bored but you don't know what you're bored by. Her look is priceless. She is trying to find the good in us, the part that we hide and try to tuck away when really it makes us us. They are acting almost, a way that I can't explain, like when someone takes a picture of you and you pretend not to see them when now you are trying your absolute hardest to make an impression. I for one don't know their personalities, when this is, or even who they are. All I know is they work. They work, they work, they work.