On the Road

Sometimes i would work in other towns in the evenings to make a little extra money towards the bills. All the projects on the property that needed doing would fall to the wayside. The food i’d bought for the week wouldn’t be cooked. The dishes wouldn’t get washed. The laundry remained folded in the basket. It would be dark before i left in the morning and dark again before i returned. As the sun set on the road i would think about Sili and Cashew. I knew it was just something i had to do to keep food in their bellies and a roof over their heads at night; our roof.

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