The moment I reached home after work, I downed a piece of bread because I was too hungry and then put a round of laundry to wash. Vacuumed. Hang the clothes. Mopped. Scrubbed the toilet floor and walls but I gave up half way because the scrub isn’t helping me to remove the grime. Hand already aching.
Changed bedsheets, put another round of laundry to wash, folded clothes and Iris is back to fetch me out for dinner.
“You smell like Pappy after tennis.”
“Sorry, was cleaning the house, no time to bathe.”
Came home, hang 2nd round of clothes, clean kitchen, bathe.
Continue with hiding my stuff and documents. Now I’m lying on the bed with a smile. At least I know mummy will come home to a clean house tomorrow.
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