Population: 5 people, although only three are observed in this report.

Thesis Statement: That despite the hardships life has to offer, human instinct instills in most people a desire to persevere and despite how impossible it may seem, strive to create a better quality of life for themselves and those closest to them.

It's 8.23 am on a Tuesday morning and already I find them at their sewing machines. The baby is in a decrepit cot on the floor staring listlessly at the ceiling while the constant drone of sewing machines lulls it into a semi-conscious state. A slight breeze blowing from a door, slightly ajar, makes swirling patterns through the dust floating though the air. Early morning light streams in little lines through the wooden blinds and makes looking at the room seem like staring into a forest mist.

Neither adult is talking to the other, the only sounds filling the room being the buzz and click of the bulky, silver machines. Both seem to be on another plane of existence and I find it amazing that they can complete their work with such efficiency. The materials, pre-cut at the factory, are piled in formidable lumps according to colour and size. Smaller piles are

I accept a glass of water and picking up the baby, follow her back into the sewing room where she places the sandwiches before her husband. His earlier joy seems to have dissipated, and he has receded into his previous monotony, leaving him once again a robot. His earlier routine continues, slightly adjusted to allow the occasional bite of a tasteless sandwich. His wife does not or pretends not to notice his lack of appreciation for the food she has prepared him and comes and collects the baby from me. On putting him back in his cot, she returns to her machine and, like her husband, slowly withdraws back into the mind numbing cacophony of humming sewing machines. I feel as if I have intruded enough on their private lives, and do not have a desire to see more. I have been here numerous times before, but only to visit their elder children, and have never paid either parent much attention. This new insight leaves me saddened and I retreat quietly from their grey world.

Despite the haphazard appearance of the minefield of fabric, it is imperative that each pile be kept in exact order. At the factory the material is layered before being cut with huge metal plates bearing clothing patterns. Despite the cloth all being the same colour, there are varying degrees of shading according to where the material was in the dying process. If the order of the piles is in any way altered, the resulting clothing could be of mismatched shades. While this doesn't seem such a catastrophe for us, it will mean that the sewers might not receive most of their wages, and may even be charged to pay for the offending articles.

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Approximate Word count = 1106
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)