Yesterday, I handed in my biggest report in this semester. I believe I've done everything to complete the Graduate school except for Master's thesis; does this mean I've done nothing?
Anyway, I was just lounging in my room when my mother came back home last night.
In a little while, I left my room to hang around in the living room.
What I found there is my mother with her head down on the desk, without putting her jacket off.
I was embarrassed and asked her if she's OK, knowing the answer is No, apparently.
Then I started doing many household chores: getting the laundry in, putting in the fridge things she had bought, making her bed.
It all took me around thirty minutes.
Luckily, my mother had got better in a while, which greatly relieved me and my father who came home and helped me work for her.
It's my first time to know what a heavy grocery bag she carries.
I've started to cook and clean my room recently, but I seldom buy groceries by myself.
So these things is clearly based on her job, which I must admire much more.
Next time, I'll try doing shopping for her.