After a couple of weeks, Pa seemed to get better. He even started helping with chores, like currying mules. He also did women’s work, like peeling potatoes. It seemed hilarious seeing Pa do women’s work. Every time that I walked by Pa when he was doing women’s work, I used every ounce of my strength to hold myself back from laughing. I wasn’t laughing anymore when I soon realized that someone would be forced to do the men’s work, which Pa used to do. Unfortunately, that someone was me. If I listed everything I was forced to do, I would fill up this entire page. So, I will let you imagine what I did instead. Though, I will say this: on cold winter days, I’d do my chores sunup to sundown. Many times my legs ached and my arms were so sore and
