Con alma de esclava. Whit the soul of a slave

Uno de mis peores temores siempre fue que si un día se me ocurría agarrar una máquina de coser, segurito me iba a coser los dedos de la mano, no sé por qué del trauma, por lo tanto, comencé a coser a mano.

Y como dice mi amigo Alejandro, tengo alma de esclava, ya que puedo pasar horas y horas haciendo, bordando o pintando una florecita.

One of my worst fears was always that if I ever thought of using a sewing machine, sure I was going to sew my own fingers. I have no idea were that trauma came from so I started to sew by hand.

As my friend Alejandro says, I have the soul of a slave since I can spend hours and hours sewing or painting a little flower.