The Daughters of Factory Girls
/For the last five years, a trio of my friends, including two sisters, treat me to dinner for my birthday. For women, an opportunity to unpack the stories of our pasts in a loving and supportive environment, made even more comfortable with food we didn’t have to cook, dishes we don’t have to wash and wine, (occasionally brought by cutie-pie waiters) is time well-spent. Last April our conversation travelled to our mothers and their work, we soon discovered all our moms were factory girls.
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