Mika
After relishing each bite of my sandwich in peaceful silence, I tackled the mountain of laundry, waiting patiently for attention. I sorted through the heaps, separating colors from whites, and methodically folded each item carefully, ensuring everything was neat and presentable.
Once I had finished folding the last piece, I gathered the freshly laundered clothes and headed back to the leader's living quarters. The path was familiar, and I navigated it quickly, but the weight of the neatly stacked garments made me realize how much I had accomplished.
As I entered, I began placing each article of clothing in its appropriate room. I took my time; it wasn't my responsibility to organize their belongings. However, with the maids nowhere to be found, it felt only fitting to ensure ever
