cookies

My mother has gone to India for a couple of days, which means I have to be all responsible and do things. More than the usual, anyway. It's tiring. I keep checking the list that's stuck on the fridge to see if I haven't done something. Which reminds me, Charlie needs his medicine.

But today my brother and I made chocolate chip cookies. Seeing them stacked up in a container felt satisfying, but I'm still really tired.