|"To destroy me is to destroy Him. To destroy Him, is to end me."|
ChoresChores by Claymason
She woke up early every morning. Just to watch.
Watching them work every morning always sparked her curiosity. What did they think as their hands moved with swift efficiency, leaving nothing out of their scope? She likened it to watching an intricate dance, practised to perfection. A dance she wanted to learn.
They looked so poised and graceful, never showing any signs of fatigue that undoubtedly accompanied waking so early. She often found herself stifling a yawn or three, but always stayed awake, just to watch them.
She watched as they did all kinds of tasks. She moved from one room to the next, trudging along sleepily. Laundry, dusting, sweeping, cooking; she liked to watch it all. She wanted to do it all!
She had decided, from the moment she had happened to see them that she would become a maid. She would be the one in the shadows, cleaning up all the mess.
She wondered why they did it. Why couldnt her father do it? Her mother couldnt do it. From what s
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I am a college graduate, holding an Associate's of Applied Science (focus: Interactive Design), an avid illustrator and hopeful writer. I can attest to a life of failure and achievement. One step forward frequenting two steps back. An optimistic pessimist. |
I aim to improve and one day be successful, and in the meantime enjoy the journey.