4 No Thanks, Yes Rage

Without saying something as simple as "thank you" or even a "thanks", they eat their food as if they are kings and princesses. After awhile of looking at them eating their food with grace and elegance, my father saw us and ordered us to go back to the kitchen and have breakfast there. As good "maids", which is who we are, we did as we're told and have a "great" breakfast.

On our way there, with full rage, I said, "You got to be kidding me!" Which startled my poor mother and little sister. I noticed and apologized immediately. "It's just that, We have to a "good maid" for my own family. How is that fair? We should be treated as his own children and wife to father and as sisters and a mother to you mom!" I complain angrily, not noticing that mom's tears are racing down her face. "I Hate Them!" As I shouted those hurtful words, mom hold my hands, shutting me up and making me realize she is crying.