My daughter’s have it much easier than I did. I was the only girl I had a brother 2 years older and another 6 years younger, my elder brother had similar jobs to what my boys do then as he got older my younger brother had to help him. My little brother started school the same year I went to secondary school so my mother got a part time job. 3 days a week I was responsible for walking down the road when I finished school at 3.30 and collecting my brother from the infant school. We would go home and I had to look after him until my mother got home at 4.30. On these days I had to start preparing dinner and mother would join me when she got home and we would finish making it together. After dinner it was always my job to help mother wash up and clear away. I was also responsible for doing all the laundry for me and my brothers and ensuring we all had clean ironed uniforms on school days. Saturday mornings I had to be up at 9 and help mother with housework until midday. Saturday afternoons and Sundays I was allowed free time until washing up after dinner provided all my chores were up to date. I remember he must have been about 10 and my older brother was being quite horrible to me about having to help wash up every night. Just as what happened to my sons he found himself spending the summer holidays dressed as a girl and doing all my chores. The thing is I just got on with it at the time it was how I was raised and I thought nothing of it, and looking back now I don’t resent it one bit.
IIN I think we should bring back old fashion values
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My daughter’s have it much easier than I did. I was the only girl I had a brother 2 years older and another 6 years younger, my elder brother had similar jobs to what my boys do then as he got older my younger brother had to help him. My little brother started school the same year I went to secondary school so my mother got a part time job. 3 days a week I was responsible for walking down the road when I finished school at 3.30 and collecting my brother from the infant school. We would go home and I had to look after him until my mother got home at 4.30. On these days I had to start preparing dinner and mother would join me when she got home and we would finish making it together. After dinner it was always my job to help mother wash up and clear away. I was also responsible for doing all the laundry for me and my brothers and ensuring we all had clean ironed uniforms on school days. Saturday mornings I had to be up at 9 and help mother with housework until midday. Saturday afternoons and Sundays I was allowed free time until washing up after dinner provided all my chores were up to date. I remember he must have been about 10 and my older brother was being quite horrible to me about having to help wash up every night. Just as what happened to my sons he found himself spending the summer holidays dressed as a girl and doing all my chores. The thing is I just got on with it at the time it was how I was raised and I thought nothing of it, and looking back now I don’t resent it one bit.