Escape? My girls say that when the generator is loud and the lights flicker and the rent is due before the deliveries come. But I tell them: you are not a bird in a cage, you are a woman with a needle and thread and a bank account in your name. That is freedom already breathing. You think escape is running? No. Escape is what lazy minds sell when they don’t want to build. I built this shop brick by brick, stitch by stitch, after my husband threw my machine across the room. I didn’t escape him — I outlived his nonsense and kept sewing. You are already free if you can choose your next move without asking permission.
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