I am soaked.
My hands feel a bit raw.
My throat burns.
My feet are muddy.
My arms are sore.
The sun feels hot on my skin.
Water droplets cling to my glasses.
What happened, you ask?
We are home and I snag a muffin from the plate on my way to the back.
I swallow a bite and then go past the bathroom to Peter's room.
“You done with math yet?” I ask, hoping he is.
“Yep.” He drawls.
“Can I stealed it?” I ask, coming to his door.
He lift up the books and puts them on the edge of his bed in response.
I grab them and then leave.
On the way back, I go through the kitchen. There is a red bowl of salsa and mum has beans boiling on the stove. I lean over and smell appreciatively.
“Oh there's rice too! I didn't see that!” I say and then am met with silence.
About now is the time when I make a great joke and everyone laughs.
Nothing is coming to mind.
Then I hear Meg call me.
“Estheh can you come upstaiws with me?”
“Where are you?” I yell
“I'm going upstaiws!” she replies.
“Eh I'm too…” I search frantically for a plausible excuse. “Tired.” I say at last, and mum laughs a one syllable laugh.
Meg is already upstairs so I go to the library to do math.