“Because she thinks she has to earn her place here.”
The Chore Chart
She showed me a clipboard.
There was a rotating chore chart for the campers.
Sweeping.
Washing dishes.
Carrying supplies.
Cleaning tables.
Normally, everyone took turns.
But Mia’s name appeared beside certain jobs over and over.
“She volunteers whenever someone else hesitates,” Denise explained.
“She says she doesn’t mind.”
I looked across the field.
Mia was laughing with two girls near the cabins.
“But what’s wrong with helping?”
“Nothing.”
Denise pointed to the chart.
