Fever

August 18th, 1793

I didn't want to stay in the kitchen for to long knowing that my mother would be boilied hot if I didn't do my chores in the kitchen fast enough.

Breakfast was served for me as it was for the rest of the family. " Layla it took you long enough" little Mattie said with a blue berry muffin in her hand. Mother made a face at entrance. She was about to give me one of her lectures, and it then it began " when I was a child I was as fast as a rabbit it didn't take me that long to do chores." "It most be some kind of course, to have to children who do nothing but sleep. Yes it must be a grippe, a sleeping sickness."

This is probably why I hadn't clean the wax out of my ear all summer hoping I would go deaf to her complaining. But to my luck it hadn't worked. Mother might have be fast as rabbit but was as loud as our neighbors dog.
It was like my mother liked war, she liked to remind me that children did what was asked of them without any complaints. Mother has been a perfect when she was a girl till now. Not making any mistakes except marrying my dad. She never listened to my ranting like I did for hers.

She started to walk a away as she was now talking to her self . I rolled my eyes at her comment, sitting down at the table I grabbed a muffin out of Mattie's hand. She looked At me wide eye. "It's just a muffin" I said mouth stuffed." I don't think you clothes are getting smaller because you're getting taller it's because you're getting fatter" she said as I rolled my eyes. Mother must had gotten a glimpse of me because right after I rolled my eyes she said " keep on rolling your eyes and it might get stuck in your head one day."

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It has always been us three: me, my sister Mattie, my mother and Mary who helped my mother with work. My family owned a bakery, it was a two story building. The upstairs was small while the down stairs could feed hundreds of people. The family owned the bakery was going to be the soon -to- be- the most -famous bakery in Philadelphia, I must say I had plans for this future, but with all the chores I had I don't think it would be possible.

You could smell the ocean breeze from where I was. Our bakery was 8 buildings away from the dock. Mother never liked us going close to the ocean because that's where all the sickness starts and the last thing she wants are sick children.
Looking at the list of groceries l bumped into someone, someone who didn't sleep around like me, who had muscles,was taller, and that was the blacksmiths son. Someone my mom didn't want me to close to because of past events, Even Smith.