“You can sit down and rest if you’re tired,” I heard Josiah tell me as we moved our things to our house.
I panted and sat on the porch. We have been moving things for two hours now but I haven’t even moved half of my wardrobe in my room.
Josiah looked at me while he carried the couch inside the house. He doesn’t look so stressed like me. Well, he’s a boy so he could do this thing for a whole day and not get half as tired as I am right now.
I fixed my hair in a ponytail before going back to the storage truck to get my things.
Damn. I hate Mom for letting us do this. She should have asked someone to do this for us! I need to review for an exam tonight. Damn it.
“I got this,” Josiah said as he walked beside me. He pulled the rack of my clothes without sweat.
I looked at him and he ju
