I ran away from school this time.... and found myself on the bus whose last stop was my parents' ready-to-wear workshop. Arriving there, I blindly took the steps down and entered the building, obviously surprising all the workers within for I rarely dropped by that place. My father was out so I closed the door of the office behind me, separating myself from the outer world and the understanding (mixed with pitying) glances of the workers and threw myself on the comfortable chair where my mother used to sit. Sinking into the chair, I inhaled the mixed scent of mahogany and cloth in the office.