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 "I sat by my mother’s side shelling peas, rolling out pie crust, churning laundry through the wringer washer and learning how to sew clothes. She taught me that when I was upset, busy hands could be a comfort. My mother said she wanted more for me. She wanted me to have the education that I would not be able to get on Saba. At ten, I did not understand this. I thought I was plenty educated, and I couldn’t see my leaving as anything but punishment, as if I was being cast out of the garden like Adam and Eve. She’d sent me into something that she had never seen herself, into a world so large it shrank me over and over."