“MOM, WE NEED to come up with a hobby to do together on Skype,” my youngest daughter, Kristen, told me last spring. Two years ago Kristen had moved from Philadelphia, where we lived, to San Francisco. We Skyped religiously for an hour every Sunday, and her father was actually giving her guitar lessons that way.
I wracked my brain. “You know that I’m terrible at crafts, but what if we try making pot holders? The ones you weave with loops of cotton over a small loom.” When I was 10, I’d made many and sold them for a nickel each in our neighborhood. They were simple to master, but I hoped I still had the skills.
هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة Jan/Feb 2020 من Angels on Earth.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة Jan/Feb 2020 من Angels on Earth.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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