It's 3:47 AM. The washing machine is still running. The laundry is still spinning. And your grandmother is still yelling at you to get it done.
You're not sure what's more exhausting, the actual laundry or the arguments with your grandmother about whose turn it is to do the folding.
But you press on, fueled by the promise of clean clothes and the fear of facing your grandmother's wrath.
As you stand at the dryer, watching the last of the socks disappear into the abyss of lint and static, you wonder: what's the point of it all?
Chapter 2: The Fury of Folding