Every day, when coming back home, I had to breastfeed my baby again, cook the meal for the family and clean the kitchen, and off course, wash the dishes. My sink became messy with a pile of dishes that were tossed there until I got home. By that time, my husband was a stay home dad , as he had lost his job. I noticed that instead of helping me out, washing his own dishes, at least, he used all the cleaning ones until none was available. I started wondering why he would do that , when I was hassling between my job, the commute, the nights awake to breast feed my three months baby and the kitchen chores.
An example would be for a month, my mother decided to go to China for her own enjoyment. Since she was the only person who normally cooked and cleaned the house, when she left, her responsibilities all came crashing down onto my brother and I. On school days, I discovered that I could not keep up with balancing homework and cooking every day. Another discovery I made is that my brother was not as helpful as he could have been either. There were times when I felt completely fed up with him; especially when it came to making the lunches because he would always wake up late despite me telling him to wake up earlier to help.
Since I work from home with my husband as a daycare provider caring for twelve children, my daily routine during the week starts with getting up at four thirty in the morning, taking a shower, getting dress, brushing my teeth, brushing my hair and putting on makeup. Then, I go to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and a bagel before my first daycare child arrives, who is normally asleep. First, I lay her down on a mat with a blanket and pillow. Then I make lunches for two of my grandchildren and start breakfast for my daycare children. Every morning is a hot breakfast except for Fridays, which is cereal day.
The next two weeks passed and I had packed little stuff. My mom told me that i should start packing if i’m wanting to be ready for when my dad gets here. So I went to my room got my electronics bed and dresser. After I packed my more important stuff I went down to the garage and started getting my dirt bikes and riding gear ready to get packed up. It was the last day of school and I was waiting for my dad to come get me.
And although she has occasionally seen vegetables and fruit at meals, they are usually of the caned variety. The day she took her Grandmother out of the facility, they served her three pieces of toast with jam and French Toast. The put it on the table at 9 am and kept reheating it, until Susan said she would get her Grandmother breakfast at 11
Rosaura’s mom is a maid for a white family and the reader can assume that Rosaura’s mother does not get paid well because she is a maid. Heker states in the story that “Every afternoon she used to go to Luciana’s house and they would both finish their homework while Rosaura’s mother did the cleaning” (page number 1). This evidence shows that the white family already assumes that Rosaura’s mother is going to clean the house and that they don’t have to worry about cleaning because they already have a “hispanic” cleaning the house. The white family is underestimating Rosaura’s mother’s abilities because they assume that because she’s “hispanic” she has to be a maid/slave for a higher class of people and don’t believe that she can get a better job with a higher payment. Also, Heker states, “You really and truly deserve this, she said handing them over, thank you for all your help, my pet.” (she gave her two bills) this evidence shows that Senora Ines is also underestimating Rosaura’s abilities because her mom is a maid so Senora Ines will assume that Rosaura will turn out to be like her mother because her mother is a maid for the white
I’m kind of busy today.” “But,” I reminded him, “It is the last day of school. And,” I continued, when I saw he was about to protest, “You promised that you would pick me up on the last day of school this year and take me to that waterpark, if I remember correctly.” “Sam, that was months ago. You know my schedule.” You know my schedule. I was really getting sick of that response. Every time I asked something from Dad -which seemed to be all the time these days because of mom’s lack of leaving the house- he would blow me off with that same old reply: “You know my schedule.” Sitting back up, I muffled a groan.
It was the Monday of the 1st day of spring break; my mother told us to get ready because after breakfast we were going to be leaving with my dad to spend spring break with him. My brother, sister and I wondered why because they always told us that there was nothing to do there. We finished up with
Every practice, I paid close attention to what the coaches were teaching and would ask questions. I came home with more bruises and cuts than ever, but that didn’t stop me. After practice, I would come home to the smell of my mom’s cooking which was around dinner time. It was extremely hard for me because during those times I needed to lose weight. I wanted to go back to my old weight class, 106.
Unlike my father, my mother is very strict. When I was a teenager, my mother would punish me for simple mistakes. I remember her spanking my brothers and me for not cleaning the dishes well. One the other hand my father do not believe in spanking children. As a child, I loved going to my father’s house for the weekend; he would let me get away with being disobedient.