what it takes

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It's dawning in fast.I unlike others hate Sundays the most then Saturday,I just hate weekends or should I say I hate almost every day I spend at home.Though I am still sleepy I decide to go out of bed.I quickly do the cleaning and make breakfast.After I am done I drown myself into a sofa and sleep.

Bang!I quickly dash outside the house.This happens regularly and I have kinda gotten used to it."Cassandra are you still asleep?Get me a glass of water and iron the clothes on my bed!"she shouts.Thanking God that she hadn't seen me asleep on the sofa I quickly get her a glass of water."Why have you filled it to the brim?Can't you do anything right?"

I get a mop and dry some water that had poured on the floor.I am so careful since I don't want to mess up again this early.With my head held low,I go iron the clothes.

My hopes get high when I think she is leaving,then I remind myself that she can prepare herself and not leave at all.To her procrastination was her hobby.She had no value of time.

"Mum I am done ironing the clothes"I say to her and quickly leave.Then she gets herself ready and left.After I have closed the gate I am relieved,like a big burden has been lifted off my back.Now I can comfortably watch the TV.