The day I found the sewing machine was the day after my mother’s funeral, and the last time I was alone in my childhood home. Entering through the front door, I had a hard time coming to grips with the fact that in a few months this place would no longer belong to my family.

Good morning, Worcester Opticians. Amelia speaking, how may I help? An appointment? Of course, sir, which day would you prefer? Unfortunately, I can’t do Tuesday, would Wednesday be okay? I have one available at eleven.

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