Amelia used to sit on the wood bench to patch up the trousers. She did it after hanging up the washing and put the yellowed clothes on the lawn to recover the original withe colour. She sat down at noon when she had already prepared the lunch and cleaned the bedrooms. She darned the clothing before his husband returned from having a flat of wine and pick up her grandchildren from school.
Amelia took a needle and thread when the birds stopped singing and rested over the wall to sunbathe getting sleepy. The woman sewed when the wind stopped blowing and the water was stuck on the small river. She always observed how the ants were transporting big pieces of food before checking that no one was looking at her.
Amelia left her stuff over the rough wood and closed her eyes. She had to wait a few seconds. Her capacity to concentrate in teleportation was becoming worse with the years. She visited her other family quickly, told them about the main events on The Earth, and calmed down the eagerness of the impatient ones.
Amelia returned just on time to thread the needle and finished the last stitches.
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