"Do you know how to do embroidery?" Noella asked, as I assisted her in arranging the fabric. Women on the homestead had a weekly work schedule. They are bound to produce needlework today because it is Monday, and I have no idea how to do it. Is it bad to say that for once I felt so dumb not knowing any girl's work? I was under the roof of comfort, with a privilege on my head. Never have I tried to do any kind of work rather than attending schools, training, and rebelling.
"Uh-no," I whispered while sweeping, trying to get rid of the excess thread scattered on the furnished floor.
"Okay," she added, "you'll be learning it now."
Life in the village offered me many lessons. I've spent the last five days learning how to cook, mop, sweep, clean, feed the animals in the field, till the soil
