After my husband left me and my infant daughter, I had to find ways to care for her and my aging parents.

So here I am, many years later working at a garment factory. As I pull threads out of hoodies and do the final inspection, I sneak glances at the clock. My days are long and I miss my daughter so much.

The other women on the line help me get through my days.

We share secrets and the grief that is buried deep in our hearts. When the sun starts to set, it’s my favorite part of the day because I get to go home to my daughter.

I don’t have very many dreams of my own anymore. I just hope for a better life for my daughter. I often imagine university students hanging out, wearing the hoodies that I helped make. I hope you know that my daughter’s and my life are supported by the threads of your hoodie.

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