Jingle Bells
All those times when we don’t get your way with our parents, how much they criticize you for your chores and grades, and how much they get on your nerves sometimes must mean they love you? “We’re doing this in your best interest.” Is the one-liner you receive when you really want a reward. You say you hate your parents and want them to disappear, what would happen if they really did?
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In the days of fallen leaves and wind chills, I was inside with my family. Five of us, five different people under the same roof. I mostly was preoccupied with my art, writing, school, and my friends- it was like a full-time job for me. But chores coexisted, which I always made my little sister Madeline do. My parents would come home from their jobs and mumble to each other about their days as they did the laundry and prepared dinner. “Look at the chore wheel, Ana! Will you please clean your room, vacuum, and set the table?” I always was a little hesitant about that damn chore wheel.
“No thanks.” My mom and dad’s faces appeared in the doorway. “It wasn’t an option.” I rolled my eyes and got up. I shared a room with Madeline, and she was a slob. It was the only place in the house she was allowed to, since she knew I would pick it up.
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*** been eating your brains since 1989 ***
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