i was knitting in my corner of the sofa again.
during a commercial break, my mom just looked at me.
she looked at me until i looked back.
and she said, "i'm worried for you.
"i think you're knitting too much.
"you need an intervention."
i tried to express my feelings of betrayal the best i could and said, "mom, it's okay.
"i can stop.
"i know how to stop."
so i put away my yarn and needles.
later that night i stayed up until one weaving some yarn together.
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