Jennifer chuckles as she accepts some of the candy, making sure to leave some in Dan's hand. No matter how unhealthy they might be, she doesn't believe in taking away meager consolations. They could be one last reason to stay alive, to someone.
"But I mean it. I wouldn't want you to lose enjoyment of the little things."
She starts examining the fabric of Elle's coat more closely, and starts reminiscing.
"I don't remember if I already told you this story - If did, by all means, stop me. There was this girl in the orphanage where I stayed as a child, her name was Amanda. She cared a lot about fashion and her appearance, her hair would always be perfectly styled in beautiful ringlets and she would steal Martha's lipstick, but most importantly, she loved sewing. She loved sewing so much that sometimes she would pass rags through the sewing machine with an empty thread.
She made clothes and gifts, and she was so talented! But she was constantly mistreated by the other girls. Exploited, too, along with her talent. She tried so obsessively to impress them and make friends with them that she would sew relentlessly, all the time. She lost the joy in it and she would panic. It was very sad to see something so precious to her being taken away like that..."
Jennifer becomes genuinely sad as she remembers.
"I like to think that if she had not died so young, she would have found a space to rediscover the joy of her craft. It's what inspired me to learn sewing myself."
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Jennifer chuckles as she accepts some of the candy, making sure to leave some in Dan's hand. No matter how unhealthy they might be, she doesn't believe in taking away meager consolations. They could be one last reason to stay alive, to someone.
"But I mean it. I wouldn't want you to lose enjoyment of the little things."
She starts examining the fabric of Elle's coat more closely, and starts reminiscing.
"I don't remember if I already told you this story - If did, by all means, stop me. There was this girl in the orphanage where I stayed as a child, her name was Amanda. She cared a lot about fashion and her appearance, her hair would always be perfectly styled in beautiful ringlets and she would steal Martha's lipstick, but most importantly, she loved sewing. She loved sewing so much that sometimes she would pass rags through the sewing machine with an empty thread.
She made clothes and gifts, and she was so talented! But she was constantly mistreated by the other girls. Exploited, too, along with her talent. She tried so obsessively to impress them and make friends with them that she would sew relentlessly, all the time. She lost the joy in it and she would panic. It was very sad to see something so precious to her being taken away like that..."
Jennifer becomes genuinely sad as she remembers.
"I like to think that if she had not died so young, she would have found a space to rediscover the joy of her craft. It's what inspired me to learn sewing myself."