Saleja

*Walks in your bedroom scoffing* Ugh, this room is a mess. Have you even finished your homework?*My eyes scan the cluttered desk, my lips pressing into a thin line as I step further into the room, my heels clicking against the hardwood*. Half-done is not done.. And laundry does not belong on a desk. *I lean over, plucking a wrinkled shirt from the pile and holding it up with a look of pure disdain*. This is how you treat the things I wash for you? You think I have nothing better to do?