For You

I wrote this very short piece 'The Last Day' some years ago. Today it seems more relevant than ever. The Last Day He seemed to take forever to get ready. He kept yelling, as usual.'When will you ever learn to fry an egg? Useless woman!''How many times have I to teach you how to fold a d*** shirt?Today, I was so tempted to answer back. But I bit my tongue. I knew it was my last day there.At last, he left.When his car was out of sight, I turned on the gas, took my bag and shut the door behind