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Long hours, low pay, and big dreams...

Hi there.  I’m Hattie Morehead, and for a 19-year-old, I’ve screwed up my life pretty good so far. I grew up in a town in Tennessee the size of a mud puddle, and I’d planned to be somewhere else by now doing something important.  Instead I got myself pregnant, dropped out of high school, and took a job at the same sewing factory that sucked the life out of my mother and my grandmother.

My relatives are shady, my friends are freaks, and my romantic prospects are dim. But this small-town girl has big dreams:

Someday I’m gonna get out of here.
Someday everyone will know my name.
Because someday instead of sewing designer clothes for minimum wage, I’ll have my own clothing line.

I admit, at times that day seems far, far away. But I’m gonna make it happen. I simply have to.

For now, I’m hanging in and hanging on… by a thread.



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July 21, Sunday

“COULDN’T HAVE picked a hotter day to visit the graveyard,” my mother groused.

I was on my knees pulling weeds around my grandmother’s headstone. She and my grandfather and various older relatives were buried in an old cemetery in Backwash. Many of the graves had been abandoned, it seemed. More than one headstone had toppled.

“If we’d waited much longer, the weeds would’ve taken over,” I said.

“As if it matters. Nobody living in this place cares.”

“It’s not respectful,” I murmured, trying to maintain my cool, for Jake’s sake and my own.

My mother’s negativity was off the charts today if she was upset with the living and the dead. I was sure the scene with my father and his girlfriend was still replaying in her head. I had suggested the outing to get her out of her funk.

We had picked wildflowers all along the road leading to the cemetery and tied the bouquets with ribbon to put on my grandparents’ graves.
“I miss Grandma,” I said.

“You were her favorite,” my mom said with a sigh. “She and Geena were always arguing, but you would crawl up in her lap while she was sewing and make her show you how to do it.” She shook her head. “She loved to sew… I guess it skipped a generation.”

“If you didn’t like to sew, what made you go to work at the factory?”

She sighed. “Weren’t many options at the time. Your dad had lost his job at the saddlery, and we needed money. If you noticed, your dad ain’t much of a family man.”

“I noticed,” I said quietly.

“And you know as well as anyone that you can’t count on men,” she said pointedly.

Jake zigzagged around us, chasing a butterfly.

“Be careful, Sweetie,” I called. “Watch where you’re going.”

He ran over and threw his little body into my mother. “Sing, Mamaw!”

I smiled. Jake loved it when my mother sang… so did I, but she wouldn’t do it for me.

“What do you want me to sing?” she asked Jake.

“Sing something Grandma would like,” I suggested.

Mom considered me for a few seconds, then nodded. She took a deep breath and begin to sing a Dolly Parton song. My mom had a beautiful voice, good enough to sing professionally. Some of my fondest memories were of my dad playing the guitar and her singing along.

Her shoulders began to sway as she got into the song, and my heart softened toward her. She caught me watching her and smiled. It gave me a glimpse of the woman she might’ve been if life had been kinder. Singing and swinging, with her hair blowing in the wind, she was radiant. I resolved then and there if I ever got a chance to follow my dreams out of Yonder, I’d jump with both feet. ~

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