We live in a small building that has on the basement level a small room where all the families living there can wash their clothes. My mother normally sends me there to make our weekly laudry but because she's afraid of sending me there alone my brother always comes with me, the neighborhood is not that safe, you know... At first it was a pain for my brother to go with me, he was always finding excuses so I've decided to make the best the situation with him. Now we are always checking the laundry basket to see if have to go wash them.