The pipes

Last night, while eating supper, we all heard a “tink” then a rush of water. Mama and Josh looked over just in time to see water start dribbling out from under the sink cupboard. A river of water sprang up from deep within the depths of the house. At times we heard the pipe gurgled and moan from the cellar. The water pipe was broken. Josh tried to see if he could fix it, but it was too complicated, and there was a part that needed to be replaced. So the plumber needed to be called. Mama was on the phone with the plumber for a long time before she finally hung up the phone and let out a long sigh. It seemed that the plumber was busy on the other side of town for a few days and we were being put on hold. Personally, I knew it was because we are poor, and there are some other families that are more wealthy, so they come first.

Sometimes it’s like the whole world has ganged up against us. No matter how hard we work, something goes wrong. After a few minutes of staring at the table, thinking, Mama looked at us and smiled. She said we would make do just fine for a few days. Jake let out his doggy whine, and complained that he would smell. I snapped at him, and told him that he already had the puberty smell so it really didn’t matter. The pipe moaned again in agreement. Of course, I got scolded for snapping at him, but he wasn’t scolded for whining. Normally a comment like that would have put me in front of the sink doing dishes. Perhaps I can find some good, out of this pipe problem.