In her free time, my mom sews anything. I like watching her. Mom
gently folds pieces of fabric, bastes them by hands, and then sews them
with the sewing machine. The line turns smooth, without any crankles.
Then my mother takes an iron and steams the seams . She usually sews
something for me or my sister, so we are sitting side by side,
constantly try on my mom's products and look forward to new clothes. My
mother teaches me to sew. True, I'm not good at it, but I try. If the
seam is uneven, I rip it and scribble the seam again. My mom says that
skill comes with practice, that is why I'm practicing . My mother and I
dream to sew a quilt or blanket . This is a very time-consuming but
interesting work