My family is small - mom, dad and me. We also have a pet - dog Barberry. My mother works in the design office, which often is delayed until late, and his father works as a security guard. Every day we get my grandma to cook food. Yet to cook something serious I do not know.
In the morning mom and dad eat Breakfast and run to work, because they need to catch the train. The Breakfast and sandwiches I make myself.
After Breakfast, I tidy the kitchen and wash the dishes, your mother doesn't like mess. Then with Barberries are we going to play in the courtyard. Walking with him was my responsibility. I promised to care for the dog and bring her out, otherwise my parents would have never gave it away. But I do not consider it a duty, but rather a pleasure. My dog is smart, obedient, sweet and incredibly funny.
Coming from the streets I'm sure my Barberry in the bathroom. Hydrotherapy treatments he perceives as a game. Splashing in the water, spray flying in all directions. For such a cute little dog I'm ready to wash it, though I do not like to do it.
After school first of all, I'm doing homework. Then after dinner and feeding the Barberry, I go again to walk with him. If the weather is bad, the walk is short and Barberry much sad.
I also help my mom and grandma wash the dishes. Mom sees that I do not like it and sends play.
Also my duties included cleaning my room. I try not to litter and not to throw things, so cleaning takes a little time. I wipe the dust on the Desk, sweeping my floors.
I love flowers, they have a lot. Mom taught me even replant the flowers. Of course, I watered and sprayed with water. The result of my leaving visible plants lush, green and bloom for a long time.
Grandma considers fulfilling duties at home useful. She promised me that'll teach me cooking. And now I'm just helping her in the kitchen. You could peel the potatoes, wash vegetables and prepare food for cooking.
