Page 3 of British Daddy to Go

“Oh, I don’t know…”

Gloria puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You can do it, dear. And remember: we can always pull the seam and start over. Unless you start cutting fabric, there’s nothing you can do that we can’t fix.”

Her words are a relief. We switch seats, and I change the thread to a strong black to match the pants I’ll be sewing. With Gloria hovering beside me, I try to zone out and focus only on the pants. It works, and the new hem comes out perfectly.

“You’re a natural!” she gushes. “I don’t see why you can’t start on your own projects right now.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised. “You think so?”

“I know so. I’ll be right here if you need me, but I think you’ll be fine. Just come run your finished products by me before you check them off.”

My heart races. This is it! My first real job, and I’m already being let loose to work on my own! Gloria gives me one of her assignments from a one-time customer and sets me up at my desk. After I finish that one, she gives me another and then another. I make quick work of the seams until break time comes.

“Go have your lunch, dear,” Gloria tells me. “You’ve earned it.”

“Thank you!” I call over my shoulder, disappearing into the break room.

Today has already been amazing, and it’s only half through. Getting this job was the best decision I’ve ever made.

I can’t wait to tell my parents how awesome it is!