It was Friday afternoon. I was just finishing up my taxes for last year, when I got a call from my sister. She asked me if I would help her get her house ready for selling. I would do mostly painting. I grudgingly said I could probably come on Saturday. I really didn’t want to though. I was looking forward to enjoying the day off, maybe go for a walk and do some photography. It was going to be a warm and sunny day—in the seventies!
How dare she ask me to do her work, I said to myself. It’s her house. Why can’t she take care of her own house? Why is she expecting other people to help her? I would never do that. I would schedule my time so that I could take care of it myself.
Well, I was going on and on with these mental…
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