Photo by Sue Vincent
I stare out of the window at the sky which looks like it is on fire. I have never seen anything like it before and I linger for a little while, forgetting for a brief moment my daily struggle to feed three young children and my sick husband. I push all thoughts of my brothers and their families who are currently enjoying themselves in Tunisia’s Mediterranean coast. I suppress the bitterness and anger that struggle to rise to the surface as I try not to think about them using my inheritance money for their vacation.
My brothers pressured me to give up my small inheritance entirely. I could do with that money right now. They’re spending it on travel while I’m stuck here, taking care of my family. I should be relaxing on a beach somewhere. Everyday, I get up, cook, clean, and whatever needs to…
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