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Original - 1.0 - Mother (Random Writing)

Jailer of Arkham - 1.0 - Woke Up (DC fanfic)

Naruto - Scavenger - 1.0 - Buried Flame (Dungeon Fanfic)

Naruto - What if Naruto Became A Gamer? - 1.0 (Gamer Fanfic)

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"ASKELADD!" My mother screamed.

I wondered what she wanted me to do now. I was so tired today.

"ASKELADD," my mother called again, this time much more firmly.

"Ugh, dang it," I muttered, heading to the kitchen. "What do you want, Mom?"

"What is this?" she asked, arms crossed. I glanced at the sink. It must be about me not doing the dishes.

"I'll do it now, Mom," I said, grabbing the apron. I needed to wear this shirt for a few more days; couldn't have it getting dirty while doing the dishes.

It wasn't that I hated doing dishes, but for some reason, my brain had categorized it as the most useless task. It wasn't something new, it wasn't something that challenged my brain. It was just the same old boring "grab and rub, grab and rub, grab and rub."

The sink was small. We had two cookers and one pot. One cooker was for rice, the other for lentils, and the pot was for vegetables. Just the two cookers were enough to fill the sink. The rest of the utensils had to be kept outside the sink, scattered around it.

I waved my hand to shoo away the fruit flies. They always seemed to appear around the sink whenever I left the dishes unwashed for a few hours. Decaying food was like a magnet for them.

I turned on the left handle—this one was for hot water. It wasn't cold, but the other handle had broken off some time ago. Water flowed from the spout, and it was cold. It took about 15 to 20 seconds for the heated water in the tank on the roof to reach the sink.

Since it was midday, the hot water arrived quickly. But I used it sparingly—just enough to get the job done. The sun wasn't blocked by clouds, and turning off the tap immediately helped the water cool off somewhat.

If I left the tap running too long, the water would surely scald my hands!

I heard a sigh escape my mother's lips as she said, "When are you going to start doing these chores on your own? I'm tired of telling you to do these things. You're not a child anymore. Next time, make sure you do it yourself."

Next time? Mom, I've lost count of how many times you've said that.

You're going to have to tell me again. Haha.

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I didn't know then that she would never tell me again to do the dishes.

She died that evening.