Sandra always got up at the crack of dawn, albeit after the woman of the house but always before the heirs could feel the sun on their faces. Consistency and the need for speed made her rather organized to a fault. The morning hustle was always short and fast and in minutes, the kids were always off to school empicabbley dressed.

To most people, this would’ve been the perfect time to catch on with sleep, get lazy, grow fat, but to Sandra, this was just the beginning. The house looked somewhat like a litter bin, laundry had piled up and just to state it simply, this family knew how to use their cups and spoons well. So, before the youngest could begin his morning routine and all day nuisance, she had to get the house in order. But, to state it simply, the real madness began in the evening. Bags were dropped everywhere, dirty socks left on the table, half eaten snacks scattering the floor.

Although she much dreaded the end of a day, she sure looked forward to the weekend, particularly Sunday. She’d leave the house early as possible, dedicate her only free day to serving in the church. For this, God rewarded her with beautiful and strong friends who for those few hours made her laugh. She loved working in the church so much she even got to being a very much loved Sunday school teacher. On her way home, all she could feel was emptiness for the day was over and the routine was back, starting with the utensils she had to collect all the way from the gate. All Sandra wanted was a way out.