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Once I’ve laid down the suitcase on the floor, I unzip it and throw it open. There’s always something I hate about packing when going back home. It has no point. Why should I neatly fold clothes when I’m going to throw them for washing, anyway?
And yes, you might have guessed––the boys are responsible for the washing. Most of the time they used to draw lots about who should wash that day. That was, until Mama declared a day for each boy.
Whereas my duty is to help Mama in the kitchen––minus the dishwashing. Oh God, do I hate washing dirty dishes. All I have to do is bat my lashes and my bros are the ones doing the dirty work.
I miss my family so much, it actually hurts. But then there is Ahyan and his family. I would miss them all very much. I guess that’s life; there’s always some
