"That's how it works? We show up like this? "

You mean, she's already done this dance?

"How often does this happen?!"

She looks at the cloth again, so sewing? She sewed? You needed cloth and thread. The thread was what was on the dresser. Scissors! The scissors were on the cloth and those cut and you can make-

"Dresses." She flinches as another memory assaults her, "I had to make my own dresses. I was not... liked."

She remembers being kicked and shoved out of a place that sold fabric. The man was shouting things at her. She remember how she felt, angry and scared.