Here we go again

"Sigh!!

Another beautiful day that the Lord had made, but the problem now is that I wasn't glad in it.

I mean, how could I be when it was the same process over and over and over again? From getting up from bed in the morning till I came back to it in the night. I mean, where is the flavor in between?

I got up from bed sluggishly and went into the bathroom to wash my face. I could already hear the clapping and singing from the living room. Of course, they started without me; well, I wasn't bothered until my eyes met the wall clock on my room wall.

Oh my! At first, I thought I wasn't seeing the wall clock clearly, so I switched on my room lights. 4:02 a.m.? Are you serious right now?! When did I sleep? And besides, who does morning devotions by four in the morning?!

Ugh, yeah, yeah, I know. Just realized how that sounded after screaming out loud in my head. But why me? What did I do to deserve this?

I sprinted all night going hard on my keyboard all night while they snored and cuddled their pillows.

And I end up sleeping by past three in the morning only for my sister to come wake me up an hour later that same morning, all in the name of devotions?! Sigh !

I'm sure even the Lord would understand my predicament. But my dad wasn't the Lord; he is just the same old typical dad who wasn't ready to stress himself that much, always active with his leather belt whenever he felt his words weren't effective enough.

And I'm sure he's counting down right now, waiting for me to still be in the room when he reaches that final number.

Well, not today, no way! No! I already have a lot to handle, and a slap on the face from my dad would be just the perfect thing to make me pass out.

So I had to respect myself and step into the living room. Ah, just like I expected. The look making its way all the way through the living room straight to my eyes as I tried to avoid it.

I'm sure I had less than a second left before I stepped out with the way he looked at me; I guess I was just a lucky lad.

Well, we ended devotions by 6:12 a.m. - yeah, you heard me right, two whole hours, all thanks to Mom. She just had to flow with the spirit and prolong the prayers. To be honest, I was just praying she had stopped earlier; now I have no time left for a short nap before the day starts.

"Sigh!!

"Okay, everyone, to your various chores and duties,"my mom announced immediately we were done with the morning devotions.

I really don't see how I can have four sisters and still have chores to do. I mean, it's not like we live in a mansion; we're just an average family in a three-bedroom apartment. And still, I get chores like sweep big and mopping the living room every day, same with the entrance passage. I mean, what does my sister do? Just cook.

Well, I don't care what anyone thinks, but I don't see cooking as a chore. It's a wonderful thing; it should rather be a hobby, at least it is to me.

Well, there's nothing I can do about the situation, so the best thing to do was just do my part and move on with the day but just a five minute nap wouldn't do any harm would it now?

"Hey mister man I'm giving you just an hour, twelve minutes to do your chores and leave this house, don't let me get back here and see you in this room I won't repeat myself"

my dad's head popped up in my room as he warned me to head over to work soon. That was it; it was just frustrating, everything and everyone. They already getting in my skin and the day hadn't even started yet

I felt so outraged and I wanted them all to know that I wasn't in a happy mood. So I decided to leave the house without eating anything. I just took my bath, put on my clothes, and made my way out of my room.

The aroma of the meal really got me, but no! I had to stand my ground if I wanted them to know how upset I was, so I had to stand my ground on this.

'Won't you eat?' my mom asked as I replied immediately, not even looking at her face. 'No, I'm heading to work.' I replied as I made my way out of my room, past the living room, till I got outside.

No way was that custard I saw? I love custard, and it was just the perfect meal for the cold morning weather. What on earth have I done?!

I think I heard my dad chuckle when I said that I wasn't going to have breakfast. A chuckle of mockery and pity mixed together.

I have never done this before; I just heard a guy at work boast that if he got annoyed with anyone at home, he would refuse to have anything until they begged him to eat, making whatever he felt like eating at the moment. I guess that's what got into my head.

What was I thinking?! I forgot the kind of mother I had that typical African mom it was only a matter of time before she gave my breakfast to one of my siblings. I'm sure they were happy hearing h that I wasn't going to eat.

I stylishly waited at the front door, maybe she would call me back. At this point, she didn't need to beg me to eat; she just had to say my name, and I'd take over from there.

But no, I stood at the door watching the whole family have their meal laughing happily without me. I just kept making my way in and out of my room multiple times to see if anyone would call me back and ask why i didn't want to eat, but no no one called

And every time I passed, I heard my dad chuckle. I knew I was going to regret my actions at some point. To be honest, I already was regretting it.

I thought it was going to be the usual bread and tea, but no, they decided to surprise me today. And what a surprise! Jendol sardine loaf, my favorite! Oh my God, Mom, why?! It's like she knew I was going to do this and decided to make my best meal. "What are you still doing in this house?Will you be fast with what you're doing and leave this house immediately!"

my dad said, turning backward almost catching me peeking through my room door.