My name is Olive.
Due to a rare congenital condition,I have very small hands.
As a youngster, I used anything to hide my hands from you.
Tenpin bowling was impossible.
Piano lessons were utterly humiliating.
After a dance, a girl once like the experience to holding the paw of a weasel.
When I had decided to put an end to myself,my finger didn't reach the trigger.
So I prayed for a purposive life.
Suddenly,I was overcome with an urge to sew.
My stitches were so small and undetected.
They will go unnoticed to the untrained.
Soon ,my new-found became famous across the land.
Girls liked me.
And it wasn't long before the makers of the world's finest clothes offered me a position in their workshop.
I’ve been hired here for ten years this August.
Here I'm not treated as a freak,but as a hero.
And no longer do I feel cursed,I feel blessed.