Friday, July 16, 2010

Day Twenty-Six

I'm beginning to understand my mother. She was always the first one up, and the last to go to bed; she cooked all our meals, bought all our clothes, did all the chores.

She did it with a smile, never letting us see how tired she was. I'm learning how to do that. When Charlie and I lived in the city, we split the responsibilities. But there's something about being back home that's changed things.

I've got one of my cousins helping out at Dad's store. It helps. She's smart, and good with money, and the whole town loves her.

My birthday is tomorrow. We're not celebrating. I'm half-sick of birthdays, anyway.

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