Dora Bremond:

A Day in the Life of Alissa

Dora Bremond

November 15th, 2016

7B

I wake up with the sun shining brightly into my eyes. My room is small but large enough for my sister and I to live in. I hear my birds chirping very loudly. I have always loved my birds. My mother said that if we do not have enough money we would have to eat my birds. Never in the universe would I let my birds down. I have always been against my mother and always believed that women should not be treated as objects. I always discussed about it at meals. My mother would scream at me, acting as if I were insane, but all that I was doing was trying to stand up for myself.

I would remember looking at my mother’s angry eyes and her pale face. I had always looked up to my father, but he had died a couple years ago. I never liked to talk about how his death happened. After my father died my mother did not know how to take care of us as a widow. She completely let my sister down and I have never trusted her since then.

My father always understood that I was a special child and that I was not ordinary. Now the only person I have left is my sister that I love. She has shiny, silky blonde hair. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean, and she is so pretty. She is the sweetest person I have met and she deserved a better life than what we have. We had made a pact that we would always stick together, no matter what happened. My mother was never on our side. I didn’t even know if she cared about us anymore.

Every morning I would wake up looking forward to cooking in the kitchen for my master. She was the meanest person in the world, and my sister and I were terrified whenever she spoke to us. Although I loved it when we were left alone in the kitchen. We would have food fights, laughing so hard. We had so much fun because we knew that all we ever needed was each other, more than any object in the world.

I turn around to see my sister asleep. Her face shines bright in the light. Her eyes are as blue as my coat that I have had since I was 12. Now I am 17 and I am the one to take care of my sister since she is younger than me. I slowly get out of my old creaky bed, not wanting to wake my sister. I stroll over to my closet and pick out my cute, blue, wrinkled blouse. After I have gotten dressed I slowly walk up to my sister and tap her on her soft shoulder. She spikes up, her body tense and scared.

“Good morning! Rise and shine little one.” I said

I stroll into the kitchen to find my mother toasting some bread. It smells wonderful and I love the feel of the heat of the bread. We quickly devour our breakfast, looking as if we hadn’t eaten in days. The bread was crispy, brown and delicious. After breakfast my sister and I slip on our coats. I hear the little squeaks as we try and stuff our hands into the sleeves. Mine is mustard yellow and has a weird texture.

We walk out the door to find the rain pouring down hard on the ground. The rain washes off all the sweat and dirt, covered on our faces. I could hear the sound of the “pitter patter” as the rain dropped to the ground. I loved the rain because it made me feel like I was free. I felt like all the sadness was just being wiped off my body. We slowly start to walk, feeling the mushy wet substance of the grass against our feet.

After a long walk we finally arrive to the door of our master. The door is covered in fascinating , fancy  designs and it’s a beautiful shade of gold. I slowly knock the door, hearing the creak loudly. Our master’s husband flings the door open, telling us to move out of his way.

We speed walk all the way to the kitchen, like we do every single day. The kitchen is humongous, filled with riches and everything that any normal person could never be able to afford. I see all of the bowls and utensils. There are some fancy images hung up on the wall. The floor is wooden and shaped as a bunch of little x’s. Our master greets us and tells us to get to work. After we finish cooking a pie and some stews and meats, we serve them their dinner. I am so jealous of the fancy meal that they get to enjoy and devour. My sister and I never get dinner, and we are expected to wait till supper. At our master’s house dinner is usually served around 2 o’clock and supper is served around 8 o’clock.

Then we finally start to cook the last meal of the day. We cook up some lamb and roast some vegetables to put on top of it. The food smells heavenly and all I want to do is take a big bite out of the food. There are many smells of the different herbs and the vegetables steam gets me so tempted to eat the whole thing. Next we are obligated to make a stew. This included many different kinds of vegetables. I took the carrots and washed them gently. I did this continually for all of the different vegetables. Then we start to put all the ingredients into the large, heated bowl.  

 Then suddenly, out of nowhere, our master pops out.

She screams, “How many courses of the meal have you made so far?!”

I stutter, “Well, you see, we are only on our third course.”

“Well you better hurry up, or you shall be punished. Keep working little people, that is the only thing we even need you for!” she says.

Then she storms out of the kitchen. I hear my heart beat ten times faster than a clock would. My sister bursts out in tears, terrified of the life we are living. I felt so bad for her, betrayed by her family.  I cuddle her, and I tell her that everything is going to be ok. After all, we were not poor and we had a good career. The only person that cared about her anymore was me.

After we made the stew we decided to make a cherry pie with whipped cream. I decide to cheer my sister up a little and throw some homemade whipped cream on her.

She shrieks laughing and says, “We could get into so much trouble.”

I knew just how much trouble we could get in, but at the moment I didn’t care at all. I wanted to spend a good time with my sister and let this be the best memory that we have ever had. I throw another chunk of whipped cream at her. She grabs the bowl and shoves all the whipped cream into my face. I laugh so hard that I fall to the ground.  My sister starts to laugh hysterically as well. Suddenly we hear the loud thump of our master’s shoes. My heart has never beaten this hard. I filled with fear for my sister. My sister immediately starts to clean the kitchen and I wipe off my face. I clean the bowls and then we see our master come in.

She screams, “Why are you children fooling around so much?! This is unacceptable! And why on earth are you throwing out all of the whipped cream!?”

I respond by saying that the whipped cream really didn’t taste good and that we wanted them to have better quality food. Surprisingly she believes us and thanks us for making another batch of the whipped cream. She leaves the room and I feel so relieved.

Later that night we all gather to have our last meal of the day. The whole time we are silent, knowing that there is nothing to speak about. I wipe my mouth with my towel and bring up my plate to wash it. My mother finally breaks the silence and commands that I do all of the dishes. When I ask her why I would have to do it she says that I am a women. She said that was my career as a women.

She screams, “The whole world is not revolved around you miss. I am not proud of you. You have no say in any of this because you are a women! God, why can’t you understand anything?”

I storm out of the kitchen shutting the door as loud as I could.

Later when I get into bed I couldn’t stop asking myself, “Do I need to live? No one needs me in this world and I am just a useless old human being.” But then I realized that I will always have my sister and that we will always stick together no matter what. My sister is so important to me that she is the only reason that I feel special and needed. My sister and I have always been close. We will always be the most important people to each other in our lives. No matter what happens we always know that we will stick together.