Once, I had a voice and I screamed.
Now, I have no more time to myself. I may not come often.
It will depend on the help I shall, may or might get – or not.
My life is now fully busy with The Girls.
Elder Girl is unmanageable because of her pathologies and because she hates me as I ask her to do things she does not want to do. The Younger follows the example of The Elder.
We have no hours.
They claimed for breakfast at eight this morning and went back to sleep in my arms until half pas twelve. I was lucky they remembered they already had their breakfast otherwise we would have taken another one. I washed and dressed The Elder. I cooked their lunch. I made the beds while they were having lunch. I wrote the shopping list. I drank a protein liquid…
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