My mother’s reaction:
The moment I brought the machine into the house, I placed it on the dining table and in a bid to examine it closely was trying to clean off the dust that still stuck to its sides. My mother who was bringing in the evening tea stood still in her steps when she saw what I was examining. She hurriedly kept the tea cups and ran towards the side of the table where I was standing. I could see the emotion in her eyes. The next thing I was doing was to look up on the internet and I came across a lot f websites recommending sewing machines.
She was smiling through her tears:
You could see the nostalgia on her face. She was looking at the sewing machine as if it meant a lot to her. She sat herself on the chair and her fingers ran through the machine. She said that the machine belonged to her mother who used to spend her afternoon teaching other children hoe to sew. And she also promised me that she would help me sew on it just like her mother had taught her to!