She liked knitting. She liked how you could not only make a new design from simple wool but join pieces together to make a stronger and more beautiful whole.
People often remarked on her name: Pearl. It was not only very old fashioned but something that seemed to have influenced her choice of work.
She wondered if perhaps her mother had intended it that way.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she knew it was something she would also never know because that secret had died when she was born.
It wasn’t tragic, it was just the way life was.