my mother calls for help with the laundry bucket.

her shoulder hurts, I come to her aid,

let me get them for you I say,

she has a pained look on her face,,

I go to carry the bucket upstairs,

she tells me no, that she is the wellest one in the house,

true I say, but today I can move faster than you.

she slowly follows me upstais.

I walk past my aunt’s room,

she hasn’t moved from her bed once today,

her stomach hurts, again.

I bring the basket into my parents room,

my dad is waiting for me to help him out of bed.

I’m coughing because I’m out of breath,

in chours, they all ask if I am alright.