Mother's Sewing Box

An old wooden box hides my mother's lifelong concerns. In those fine stitches, my childhood and my growth are sewn, as well as her love that she never said. When I opened this sewing box full of traces of time, I discovered that maternal love has never been far away. It is like these threads that can never be used up, entangled in time and warm in life. This is a story about family love and inheritance, taking you into the tender years in the sewing box.