After finishing all the kitchen work, I went back to the bedroom—the room I shared with both my mom and grandma. Our house was small: two bedrooms, a kitchen, a hall, a bathroom, and a little garden in the front yard. My uncle use the other room.We were a small family in a small space.
"So the thing is, we are planning on cleaning the house to get it ready for Christmas," Mom said loudly, ensuring I could hear her from across the room. She knew perfectly well I had the day off tomorrow.
"What's the point of having a daughter otherwise?" Grandma replied, as if my participation were already an approved fact.
"She will help you."
"Can't we do that another day?" I groaned, pulling up the covers. "I want to rest tomorrow, or rather, sleep."
I had just one precious day off, and they intended for me to spend it scrubbing the house.
"No," Mom said, her tone determined.
"We have so many pending things, and tomorrow is perfect for it."
They had already made up their minds. I had nothing more to say. I just lay there, listening to them talk and plan until one of them finally drifted off to sleep.My mom got busy on her phone beside me, and I turned to my own escape: watching some manhwa. It was the only thing I relied on nowadays. I had deleted all my social media accounts; watching manhwa was the only reliable way I could fall asleep.