Ma Mere, ma cherie
I've a confession to make. Since we're out of maid, you've been obviously wanting me to be the typical of a housewife. You want me to mop the floor, sweep the house, arrange my stuff, aside my curtains in the morning, turn of the lights. But well, I want you to know that I don't like kitchen, at all. I've encountered a rat there and I just can't stand being in the kitchen. I don't like sunlight. I like my room dark, and cold, and lazy. I also, don't like dealing with dust. nor trash. I really don't. They make my skin feel weird.You know, sometimes I wish I had lived far away from you. Sometimes I wish I lived in a mountain. mountain would have less dust than the city. I know you want me to be a typical housewife for my own good, but I don't think I am that type of a woman, so... Ma mere, ma cherie, if only you could understand french when I say, "tu dis n'importe qoui" maybe you would understand... How I hate cleaning this house.
