Chores

The listr of paper with the chores said: clean the shack, wash the dishes, and broom the house. She crumpled the piece of paper with the blue smudged ink and recited the TO DO list to herself a couple of times. Monique did not know where to begin, so she decided to go in order.

She entered the hovel shack and picked up the chairs that gave her splinters. the microscopic dust entering the window overpowered the thin air. She cleaned as much as she could. Parched, exhausted, dog-tired.

Later she went to the house to wash the dirty dishes. This chore was so much menial than cleaning the old shack. But you have to admit that it is not streneous. She washed and wahsed until her fingers got wrinkled and then she capiluated and sat down.

Then Monique got up. she held the broom tight in her hand and kept on brooming for over a half hour. She thought that it was adequate enough thought there were little mounds of dust that she stuck in the corners.

Monique went outside to get fresh air. And she did because it was peak of fall and winter was coming, the leaves were flying away swiftly and the chill noon breeze whistled around. A small boy approached her house; his arm had a wound and was bleeding. Monique wanted to administer him by giving him a bandage but she used them all for her splinters.

Then she went home agitated because she could not help . She started making a citrus platter. Because she loved eating them her favorite one is called Ugli- it is a Jamaican Tangelo- her favorite additional toppping was sugar.

A loud BANG disrupted her sweet moment. she got up and looked out the fogy window and saw Victoria (her mom) crash into a trash can. She was wearing her favorite muffle with matching gloves. she entered the house and slammed the door behind her making a crisp sound.

She could not find a job since she was illiterate. Victoria knew that they needed the money urgently. But Monique felt indifferent about it. She did not care because she knew her mom was trying.

The respite looks on Victoria's face made Monique think about her toil day. She handed her mom a grapefruit and looked at the permanent check marks on the wall. They were there since Victoria started searching for a job.
Monique looked at her mom and gave a LONG sigh.