The First Week

When we were in Italy mom decided to cut her hairs to start getting use to it.
There was a big difference between the long, voluminous, curly hairs she had before and the short, masculine cut she had after, she wasn't happy about it, but her consolation was that they would grow back.
My dad lost most of his hairs so he always makes fun of it saying that her hairs would grow back and his wouldn't.
The first week went as expected..
I ironed my first t-short, which wasn't hard as I thought, and I almost ruined my favorite pants.
It was weird, in such a short period of time, the hierarchy in our family suffered a drastic reversal , from day to day, me and my brother, weren't anymore the "costumers".
We were the ones making sandwiches for mom, moving stuff around for mom, making beds, cleaning the house etc...
The only thing we weren't doing was making dinner, since we all wanted to avoid a food poisoning, dad was the one cooking.
The first week has been really stressful, with the alarm clock at 6:00 to go to school, homework and all of this going on, we all ended up going to sleep at 9:00 P.M.
About mom...well she threw up most of the day, she wasn't eating and drinking and, at the end, dad started getting angry about of it.
Social life? pfff, forget about it.