A Steady Situation 2, Part 9

Why, out of everything you could possibly choose, would you continue weaving?

He really didn’t know. Freedom, endless freedom soon. Why would he want something so boring? Why didn’t he want to travel the world? Endless possibilities.

He was reminded of his father. He was always so frightened everything he had would be taken away from him. It was, without a doubt, why he died so early.

Why didn’t he judge him more harshly? Maybe it was because, despite everything, he had found a vocation for him.

But he had found something for himself as well, twisting cloth, to mend, not inflict, wounds. Something that he would never have thought would come his way.