I ironed a school shirt at midnight and felt the whole house sleeping on my back

Dear Delyara, Everyone else was asleep by then. The kitchen was dark except for one light over the table, and there I was, ironing a shirt that had somehow become urgent only because I was the one who would notice it before morning turned into a disaster. I think that is what domestic life feels like to me now. Not one big burden, but a thousand tiny preventions. The things that don’t go wrong because I thought ahead. The things no one sees because I handled them before they became visible. The shirt looked neat when I finished. I did not.