Saturday, June 18, 2011

Retarded ghost

My sister went home tired (?), or was it just her alibi.  I don’t know.  It was her time to shine to wash the dishes.  And she got upset because of what she saw from the sink.  Many, many dishes.  And it was also her turn to fill the containers of water.  Mother forced me to wash the dishes but I rebuked.  It was her turn, and not mine.  Why should I wash those if it wasn’t mine.  Gawd.  Afterwards, she started washing those dishes and I heard noises from the kitchen.  It was only her.  I thought it was a retarded ghost.