I swear I didn’t sign up for a trip to hell today, but somehow life booked the ticket in my name and didn’t even bother to ask if I preferred the aisle or window. This wasn’t a first class trip either as there was nothing like an AC or even snacks as compensation. Just a chaotic economy with turbulence.
You know, I genuinely thought today would be my rest day. After the long, exhausting work I survived yesterday, I had told myself before going to bed last night that finally, I’d have some peace and silence today. But that thought was watered down when I came out of my room this morning and my parents looked at me like a maid freshly clocked in for duty and dumped their laundry on me with the confidence of people who believe children don’t get tired.
Before I could even protest, I was knee-deep in clothes I didn’t wear, folding shirts I didn’t own, and questioning every life choice that brought me to that moment. As if that wasn’t enough, my little brother decided to be the tiny demon assigned specifically to my section of hell. He refused to help with anything. Not even the simplest task. He just wandered around, eating, making noise, and asking unnecessary questions. Every time I looked at him, my blood pressure checked in. Uggh.
While doing the laundry, coupled with the heat and the madness around me it hit me that today is absolutely the day trip to hell. And of course, the demons weren’t pitchfork-carrying monsters. They were stress, annoying chores, heat and one very annoying sibling who somehow always has energy for everything except what actually needs to be done. I have promised to go back to my own place, far away from my parents. I thought they would let me breathe here.
My response to the freewriters daily prompt