My mom had to have a female operation of some type. I was 15 at the time, in school and gad a part time job. My mom left a list of chores for my sister to do. Dust, run the vacuum every 2 days, keep up with the wash and make dinner. (That was a joke. My sister didn’t know how to cook.)
I did the work. When mom came home from the hospital about 10 days later, she was happy with the way the house looked and the wash basket was empty. My mom asked me who did the work. I changed the subject, but she said she knew I did it. I still had to help her for a few weeks while she healed. She wanted to give me some money, but I refused it. I was saving for a car, so she was surprised I turned it down. Dad never knew who did what. He worked most all day, except he would stop in at the hospital, even 9 o’clock at night.
I enjoyed helping my mom. She worked hard around the house to give us a clean home and good food. I think she did at least 1 load of wash every day I even hung it up if she asked. Mostly only the towels and bed linens were hung to dry.