Chapter 4 Stitched From Scratch

Maria's POV

Six months Later.

My life had changed since I signed those divorce papers.

I now live in Massachusetts. And I needed something to do. I couldn't afford to stay idle, not with three babies relying on me. I had no choice but to start over. My hands trembled as I put them to work, scrolling through pages of job listings at two in the morning, the sound of babies breathing softly behind me. Nothing felt right. Everything looks like I could barely pay for diapers, let alone cover the growing mountains of bills.

I had to figure something out- fast.

It wasn't until two weeks later while struggling to soothe one of the boys with a blanket I had hand-sewn for him, that the idea came to me.

"Homemade personalized baby blanket".

Something soft, simple, and full of love. Something new mothers would treasure like I did with my boys.

I didn't wait. Immediately I set up an online store that same night, listing my first part of the blanket. It wasn't much but it was a start. I never thought anybody would buy them.

But the next morning when I checked my laptop, the first sale came from a mother in Wisconsin. Then another from New York. By the end of the week, I had ten orders, twenty then fifty. I was so overjoyed I barely slept those days and I stayed up late sewing while my babies napped during the day.

And like magic, the orders kept coming, and I kept sewing.

Six months later, I knew I needed help.

I had to meet Janice, my neighbor from three doors down. She was kind and had a way with fabrics.

She agreed to help me and more orders kept coming.

"I think you need to expand." she said smiling at me as we planned another order, "what do you think?"

I chuckled, not sure if I had the energy for it. "Expand? I'm barely keeping up as it is."

"Hire more help. You have got a business girl, don't let this be saying hustle."

Her words echoed in my mind for days, until I found myself staring at the order list on my website one morning, realizing I had over 100 pending requests. I couldn't sew that many blankets alone, not with three toddlers in tow.

I thought of what to do, and then I made the first bold step: I took out a loan- a small one, just enough to rent a tiny office space downtown and hire two more women. I paid them as fairly as I could, and together, we kept up with the demand. It wasn't long before the orders doubled again.

I started branching out-baby clothes, personalized bibs, marching family sets. The business grew like wildfire. I had to hire more women, mostly mothers like me who needed flexibility.

Weeks later out of the blue, I got an email. A company in Los Angeles wanted to buy in bulk-500 blankets for a celebrity baby shower. I blinked at the screen, sure I was reading it wrong.

"Maria!" Janice waved her hand in front of my face, smiling. "You have gone pale."

"I-I just got an order for 500 blankets," I stammered.

"From who? Santa Claus?" Janice teased leaning over to peek at the screen, her eyes widening.

"Oh my god Maria, this is real."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How am I supposed to sew 500 blankets?"

"With more help of course". Janice said with a determined glint in her eyes. "We will hire more help."

Within days I hired 10 more women. We walked around the clock, putting our all into each stitch, and in two weeks, the blankets turned out beautifully-more than I had ever imagined. The moment we shipped them off, I felt like I was floating.

"Hey," Janice said to me, showing me her phone. After a few days, we had shipped the blankets." she posted it on her social media platform."

"Really?"I said, leaving one of the triplets on the high chair and staring at her phone." This is so unreal." I screamed.

In days, orders flooded in, and we were no longer just a little homegrown business. I had grown into something bigger than I could ever have imagined.

Days ran into weeks, and I got another email.

"Janice!" I yelled, and she rushed over, wiping her hands on her apron.

"What's it now?"

"A department store wants to carry our products", I whispered, unable to believe it. "They want to order baby sections across the country".

Her eyes widened. "That is huge Maria."

"I know," I said, sinking into my chair. "But how do we..."

"You have been doing this for years, Maria. You built this from the ground up. You can do this."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek before I could stop it. I wasn't supposed to cry, not in front of the team but it was overwhelming. I have started with nothing, less than nothing. And here I was about to make the biggest deal of my life.

We spent the next few weeks negotiating, making sure every day was perfect. I fought hard refusing to let anyone undervalue what I have built.

I signed the contract days later, standing in the beautiful glass-walled office. And I felt something I hadn't in years- pride. I wasn't just Maria, the woman who had been abandoned. I wasn't just a mother struggling to make ends meet. I was Maria, the CEO.

The woman who has created something spectacular out of nothing.

As I left the office clutching the signed papers in my hand, I paused outside the building and stared up at the sky. The sun was already setting.

I glanced down at the papers again, threw my head back, and laughed.

It was a wide unfiltered joy that bubbled from deep inside.

And then, without thinking, I jumped. Right there in the middle of the street surrounded by strangers and honking cars. I jump for joy.

For now, I forgot about everything, about Ethan and Susan.

I will live the best life ever.