I took a chance and asked for help
I’m cynical. I expected to be let down again.
But I needed at least this one thing: help me throw out the broken fridge.
Even though all the spoiled food was thrown out, and it was cleaned up months ago, it still smells like a carcass. And the state of this house is just wearing me down so much lately. I’m not allowed to touch anything to genuinely clean this place, but there shouldn’t have been any problems getting rid of a broken fridge. We just had to move all this other stuff that was in the way, blocking the door.
I was surprised that two of my sisters said they’d help; even more when they actually showed up.
“Not gonna lie, though,” one said, “If we’re moving stuff, and rat 💩 hits me in the eye, I’m leaving.”
“Why even say stuff like that?” I asked. I was annoyed, but it was also funny to me.
Mom tried to stop us, saying we can’t get rid of anything till she’s gone from this world. She screamed something else at us in Tagalog.
“I don’t know what that means,” I said, “ We aren’t throwing anything but that fridge out. It doesn’t even work. You can’t use it.”
“I don’t care! Don’t touch anything!”
I had enough. “Do I just need to move out?”
She was quiet. I could tell she didn’t want that. I wanted to push for the whole house to be cleared out, but all I was asking for in that moment was for that fridge to go.
We got to work, moving boxes and bags of junk so we could clear a path from the fridge to the door.
As we moved a shelf, pots and pans kept falling off, making a horrible loud clanging. “She’s going to freak out and come in here to stop us.”
“How?” My sister asked, “The door’s blocked by all the junk.” 😈
😂
When we were finally pushing the fridge out towards the front door, we saw that she was clearing a path too. Then she helped get the fridge down the driveway and to the curb.
“What about the other one?” she asked.
“You want us to throw another one out?” I asked, surprised, hopeful.
“No.”
“Oh. I said this one because it’s broken and it stinks.”
So that’s it. Now we wait for bulk trash day to get rid of it.
“I felt really good to help you out,” one of my sisters said, “Not mom, though. I wouldn’t for her.”
I don’t know why her saying that stressed me out so much.
But we got this done. They came through for me after all. I really needed that.
But I needed at least this one thing: help me throw out the broken fridge.
Even though all the spoiled food was thrown out, and it was cleaned up months ago, it still smells like a carcass. And the state of this house is just wearing me down so much lately. I’m not allowed to touch anything to genuinely clean this place, but there shouldn’t have been any problems getting rid of a broken fridge. We just had to move all this other stuff that was in the way, blocking the door.
I was surprised that two of my sisters said they’d help; even more when they actually showed up.
“Not gonna lie, though,” one said, “If we’re moving stuff, and rat 💩 hits me in the eye, I’m leaving.”
“Why even say stuff like that?” I asked. I was annoyed, but it was also funny to me.
Mom tried to stop us, saying we can’t get rid of anything till she’s gone from this world. She screamed something else at us in Tagalog.
“I don’t know what that means,” I said, “ We aren’t throwing anything but that fridge out. It doesn’t even work. You can’t use it.”
“I don’t care! Don’t touch anything!”
I had enough. “Do I just need to move out?”
She was quiet. I could tell she didn’t want that. I wanted to push for the whole house to be cleared out, but all I was asking for in that moment was for that fridge to go.
We got to work, moving boxes and bags of junk so we could clear a path from the fridge to the door.
As we moved a shelf, pots and pans kept falling off, making a horrible loud clanging. “She’s going to freak out and come in here to stop us.”
“How?” My sister asked, “The door’s blocked by all the junk.” 😈
😂
When we were finally pushing the fridge out towards the front door, we saw that she was clearing a path too. Then she helped get the fridge down the driveway and to the curb.
“What about the other one?” she asked.
“You want us to throw another one out?” I asked, surprised, hopeful.
“No.”
“Oh. I said this one because it’s broken and it stinks.”
So that’s it. Now we wait for bulk trash day to get rid of it.
“I felt really good to help you out,” one of my sisters said, “Not mom, though. I wouldn’t for her.”
I don’t know why her saying that stressed me out so much.
But we got this done. They came through for me after all. I really needed that.
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