alexuall
Chores. Unbelievably, I'm quite fond of the word, and the flood of memories that are released when I think of it. Childhood. Back when Mom & Dad were together, when our family was made out of one-piece, not split in two. Waking up in the morning, walking downstairs to the smell of breakfast, and seemingly mountainous list of tasks at hand, receiving praise from both of them. Happiness, honestly. Household chores remind me of when I had some remnants of a normal life left. I'd give anything to have that back.