Leon examined every seam carefully.
Finally he nodded.
“I could use help with alterations and custom pieces. It’s not full-time yet—but it pays.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I’ll take it.”
As I left the shop that evening with a contract in my pocket, something shifted inside me.
For months I had worried about Melissa’s school fees.
But maybe my abilities weren’t limited to fixing air conditioners.
Maybe life was opening a different door.
Six months later
I worked HVAC during the day and helped Leon in the evenings while Mrs. Patterson babysat Melissa.
With each project my sewing improved.
One night Leon grinned and said,
“You know, you could open your own place.”
I laughed at first.
