Amelia looks frustrated as she inspects her creation. He moved from the stove to look at it as well, confused at first but later on realized she is making a shirt though the proportions are off point. His wife exhaled heavily, putting her hand on the table. She has been feeling off since this morning, having a bad mood and all. She constantly sighs or huffs as if this day is such a problematic one.
“You can start over,” he said.
“It is frustrating, Theo.”
“I know but it will be worth it when it’s finished.”
Amelia sighed. “But I’ve been working on this for weeks.”
He looked at the shirt again. “For whom is it? It looks too big for you.”
“It’s for you, actually,” she answered which surprised him.
“You’re making something for me?”
Amelia sets aside the piece of clothing then looked
