Women’s Work

The rice inside the roll required at least ten more minutes of cooking. Each bite of tomato tasted spoilt. Her thoughtful brownies resembled dirty mounds of mud. He pushed his plate away as she chewed the unappreciated meal. “How can a woman serve a meal like this?” He asked her before gulping down a bottle of water. She dropped her fork with no noise and said, “And how can a man not see how exhausted this woman is after 15 hours in the office and a homework session with the kids?”

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