“Would you please clean the toilet now!”
“Why should I if sister Patricia have never been cleaning it”. I replied to mother almost belligerently.
“I am sure it does not hurt if you were to wash it all by yourself”, replied mother haughtily.
Scraping the floor, cleaning the windows and vacuuming the carpet, whatever it is, well, it is disgusting that my sister does not help in any way. Why is mother so bias? Why is it that I am always handpicked by mother to do household chores?
Grumpily I wanted to show mother that it does matter that Patricia helps, but to no avail. Why is mother so unfair? Did not Patricia also live in the same house? Why is the load of ‘work’ on me? Rebelliously I cry out to God. “Why is it that I am my own mother’s victim? Why is it that Patricia has all the advantages at home and I am treated like a scam?” Heaven was silent.
Sobbingly, I took the hand-brush and began to scrub the toilet bow. Tears of anguish and injustices dwell on me. If only there is love at home, if only mother will unwrap my pain and treats me otherwise.
All Patricia cares about is shopping and having good meals at restaurants. She never touches the broom and has never ever cleaned the window or scraped the floor. She behaves like a queen, yet mother is on her side.
It is no use sobbing or getting bitter. I just have to cope with it. Will Patricia ever change? After all, this is her character - selfishness. She lives for no one and will not lift her hand to help anyone, be it at home or her work place. She constantly complains to mother that her colleagues are lazy and hard to please, which, in actual fact, she bullies them and takes her seniority as an advantage to pin others down. She lives in a crudely world of her own and have no concern or care for others. She simply lives for herself.
However, she is just a loner. She has no friends or acquaintances and does things on her own. She shops alone, going holiday on her own, and watches movies alone. She simply exists and seems to have no answer in life. She has no respect for human kind and expects others to do her job.
Lullaby lullaby… she seems to drift away in life.
Memories of Sunday School in her senior years seem to flood her mind. Marching at the School’s Girls Brigade uniform group begins to ripple through her mind. If she will only recall, “I once believe in Jesus but the cares of the world drove me away from God.” What have she achieved all these years? She has nothing in this world to boast.
If only she would care, life would be sweeter for her. If only she would help in the household chores, she would be a happier person. But now, life is just silently passing by. Who would she share her life with? At 45 and still single is hard to swallow. She only has to bow her head in shame. If only she would care, she will not be a loner of her own.
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