The trees behind the fence swayed, moving in tune with the wind. Warm fresh air wafted into the courtyard, making the clean pink dresses sway as they dried. The dresses were beautiful and immaculate like the owners.

I couldn't help but wonder if their jobs as pack seamstresses were better than the cleaning Maryanne and I were tasked with. Sure, it looked beautiful and aesthetic but using traditional sewing machines was hard work. Besides, they had to hand sew some things like buttons, embroidery which left their hands with a variety of sores from needle accidents.

Cleaning and washing was hard for me since I had not done much of...