I Wish I Could Be Like My Sister, but I'm Not Helping Me

The battle goes on, ad rages within her. Martha might be saying, i wish i could do that, but then we wodn't be eating. The work needs to be done. Yet, look at my sister, who's not helping at all. And as this narrative unravels and unfolds, and she keeps working and working, the disdain, the disgust, thefrustration can just grow until it swells so much that she has to go in there and say, hey, could you just tell my sister to help me out? I'm doing all this for all of you, and she's not helping me.