Rose

I think I've found my new hubby, the one that keeps my mind busy as my body gives out.

And that is…

Drum Rolls, please.

A fucking home technician.

Yeah, you heard me.

I kind of have little or more knowledge on repairs than you think I do, maybe the knowledge of repairing items crawled out from my Dad to me

I've always done that since I was…since.

Now, as I've joined oneness with the couch, I didn't want to be a full-blown liability. I could help with some things around the house, like fixing the faulty microwave and fixing the dishwasher multiple times even though it would still go bad within the next 72 hours.

I insist on helping these days, no matter how bad Dad objects.

Miss B lets me do my thins without obliging; she's tired of keeping the hard-headed girl's input.

Miss B is off to work, Morris is at school.

Dad, fortunately, is at home; we just got back from the hospital from therapy.

He's probably making lunch.

I'm super tired, the medicines keep draining me.

I lay on my bed; I