She had to wash the last dish or two, and scrub the floor from the day's dirt that had come in. When the sun began to peek over the hill behind our house, mother was already boiling the water to make the oatmeal or malt o' meal. She had the bacon sizzling in the pan before we ran down the stairs trying to beat the other children to the bathroom.
Being mom meant working longer hours then anyone else in the house....
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