What have you become?
She ironed his shirt in much the same way her mother had done all those years ago for her father. And much like her mother, she too cursed the fact that she did it with such obligation. She too hated how the steam rose from the starched shirt beneath her, soaking her skin with an oily moisture, she too bore the scars of the burns she had inflicted on herself, partly one purpose.
For not nearly as long as her mother, but for long enough, Abbie had become the lady of the house. Preparing meals, cleaning dishes and washing clothes. She yearned for the waters of a far off land to quench her thirst, she yearned for a foreign tongue to pierce her ears with unknown sounds, and now she waits for the life she has dreamt of that has not yet come.
For not nearly as long as her mother, but for long enough, Abbie had become the lady of the house. Preparing meals, cleaning dishes and washing clothes. She yearned for the waters of a far off land to quench her thirst, she yearned for a foreign tongue to pierce her ears with unknown sounds, and now she waits for the life she has dreamt of that has not yet come.