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Shift, switch. Josephine found her hands in the sink, obviously doing the dishes. The mother had brought her up knowing how to do all the household chores from a very young age, and so Josephine was happy to help out here when she could.

She washed the last plate and then set it to drain and looked at the stack in the rack. Picking up the tea towel to dry the still dripping dishes, she realised the mother would be really angry if she saw just how many dishes there were. And she would have been right, this was too many dishes. Dirty dishes had no place in a sink, they should be washed up immediately, then dried and put away. No wonder the mother would get so angry with her, she couldn’t even keep up with the simple chores. No, Josephine corrected herself. It wasn’t that she ‘couldn’t’ keep up with them, it was more that she just wouldn’t. The mother was right, there was nothing wrong with her - she was just lazy.

All her life she had tried to do things the way the mother wanted, but she just never seemed able to get it right. Why couldn’t she get things right?

Josephine started to get upset as she kept thinking of what a huge disappointment she was, and how much she had let the mother down, before she was thankfully pulled from the front and taken back within to safety.