“Chores” was my mum’s favourite word. I hated it. “Right, time to do your chores” she’d proclaim. I’d sigh. My sister would jump to it. She was the favourite. I caused all the trouble. I didn’t do my chores. We’d co-work on the washing up and argue about who was drying. Washing was easier; you had to put stuff away when you dried. I’d always end up throwing soap suds at her. She’d always tell tales. I’d always get in trouble. Every time.
When I finished university, I thought I would walk into a great job with lots of control and […]