I sigh as I watch my two siblings, Mala and Xo, squabble. Mother and Father are still out at work and I'm stuck watching after the two younger girls.
Our house is small, with only three rooms - a small, dingy kicthen, a bedroom and a main room. There is no bathroom - we have to go out back - but I still love it. It's the only place where we can be ourselves. Most days we're out in the fields, harvesting, or at school. Our every movie is watched and noted. I hate it - but I would never dare say it out loud. At home, I still can't say much, but I can relax.
'Deja?' It's Xo.
'Yeah, bub?'
'When will Mama and Papa be home?'
'I don't know, bub,' I say. 'Shall I start dinner?'
'Yeah! Mala, Deja's gonna make DINNER!' she squeals excitedly. I smile.
Yes, I love my home.
Subject: Deja's "House" 
Sun Aug 23, 2009 4:25 am
