5
Sunday evening was my first laundry day. Ever.
Loaded with a basketful of dirty clothes, I descended the stairs to the first floor, where the common laundry room was, feeling kind of stupid that I had never done my laundry by myself before. I mean, I knew what I had to do, what kind of wash for each type of clothing, and if the machines were older models, I should separate colors and all, but I had never done it. Being born into a family with money, we always had a maid who did it all, even here in the United States.
I wasn’t spoiled though. Yes, I could buy almost anything I wanted, but I also was hard working and never minded getting my hands dirty working with horses. In fact, I liked it and wouldn’t change that for all the money in the world.
I entered the laundry room on the cor
