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Mom came in the room looking at me "come on honey, I've told you 100 time, do your chores please" I sighed and nodded and so I headed downstairs, I looked at the counter with so many dishes on it. I went over to the counter and turned on hot water. The water was almost too hot, I put soap into the water and put some plates in it as well.

"mom, why do I have to do dishes? Out of every other chore I could do, it just has to be dishes, this is my least favorite chore" I mumbled, not loud enough for her to here me. I'm tired, it's gotten late, maybe I should have done my chores earlier when mom told me to.

I sighed as I washed plate after plate, cup after cup. Dishes is like the worst type of chore ever, I hates it, more than anything. Especially the way it made your hands feel, it feels disgusting.

It only took me about 10 minutes to do the dishes, as long as I keep up with them everyday then it won't take that long but I can never muster up enough energy to start. Once I've started it's alright but I hate it. With my 2 other siblings why am I the one that gets the worst job, is it because I'm the middle child? That's probably it.

My little brother gets to vacuum the living room, and bed rooms and my older brother gets to sweep and mop the floor. Mom has to cook for us, which I know can be annoying at times, and dad gets to shop for food and actually work to get money.

"I need a job" I say quietly as I cleaned off the table onto the floor, now it's my brothers job to clean. I snickered quietly and finished with my chore and headed upstairs. Finally I get to rest a little bit. 'Chores are just too much work' I think as I drift off to sleep

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Mom came in the room looking at me "come on honey, I've told you 100 time, do your chores please" I sighed and nodded and so I headed downstairs, I looked at the counter with so many dishes on it. I went over to the counter and turned on hot water. The water was almost too hot, I put soap into the water and put some plates in it as well.

"mom, why do I have to do dishes? Out of every other chore I could do, it just has to be dishes, this is my least favorite chore" I mumbled, not loud enough for her to here me. I'm tired, it's gotten late, maybe I should have done my chores earlier when mom told me to.

I sighed as I washed plate after plate, cup after cup. Dishes is like the worst type of chore ever, I hates it, more than anything. Especially the way it made your hands feel, it feels disgusting.

It only took me about 10 minutes to do the dishes, as long as I keep up with them everyday then it won't take that long but I can never muster up enough energy to start. Once I've started it's alright but I hate it. With my 2 other siblings why am I the one that gets the worst job, is it because I'm the middle child? That's probably it.

My little brother gets to vacuum the living room, and bed rooms and my older brother gets to sweep and mop the floor. Mom has to cook for us, which I know can be annoying at times, and dad gets to shop for food and actually work to get money.

"I need a job" I say quietly as I cleaned off the table onto the floor, now it's my brothers job to clean. I snickered quietly and finished with my chore and headed upstairs. Finally I get to rest a little bit. 'Chores are just too much work' I think as I drift off to sleep