Five Sentence Fiction – Flawed

The girl pushed the lavatory door shut; taking a moment to rearrange herself and wipe her mouth on the back of her hand, before stepping into the scullery.  She had hoped the sickness would be less troublesome by now.  Here her father was lathering his shaving brush and peering into a broken shaft of mirror propped against a can of condensed milk on the dresser.
Upstairs her nearly new wedding dress lay on the bed, she had shared with her sister for the last seventeen years.  She picked up the dress and ran her fingers along her mother’s tiny stitches along the waistband; a minor adjustment was all it needed.