From dawn to dusk

you could hear the sound

of our Father’s axe.

CHOPCHOP CHOP

filled the cabin, setting the

rhythm of the day

CHOPCHOPCHOP….

wash clothes…

wash clothes…

wash clothes…

CHOPCHOPCHOP

clean rooms…

clean rooms…

clean rooms…

CHOPCHOPCHOP

scrub dishes…

scrub dishes…

scrub dishes...

Tomorrow is my brother’s

eighteenth birthday. Tomorrow

my brother goes off to work

with father. Tomorrow I

set the rhythm of the day.

CHOPCHOP CHOP

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