It had been raining everyday of the week, same as today. Things weren’t looking very good for my family. My mom had pnuemonia, and we all had step up and be responsible for eachother. I had done the dishes the night before and we all helped clean the house. We were all tired and sick of the weather. I just felt like crying and sometimes I did, but secretly. I couldn’t let my family know that I felt this way because it would make me sound ungreatful. I wanted to tell my mom but she already had enough to deal with. And if I went to her she’d probably tell me that getting a good cry out would help me feel much better and that I shouldn’t of kept my feeling bottled in for so long. Which I thought was always the best advice and I could tell it to myself but I wanted to hear it from her. I just wanted a hug and a little comfort.
While I was feeding Tommy my little brother my mom had moved the couches and asked me to sweep under them she said that my dad and Zach my dad’s work buddy were bringing another coach to replace one of our others and of course I did what I was told. I watched at the window as my dad and his friend moved the couch out of the trailer into the garage where it would be kept until moved upstairs. They waved and talked to my mom through her bedroom window and hopped back into the car taking the attached trailer down our driveway along with them. I decided to cheer myself up and that helped a lot.
#Life in a big family 