swish
tap, tap, tap
I made my way to the sink and turned on the faucets.
SssSssSSsSsss
The water slowly poured down into the sink
Today was not a good day.
The fact that my mom was yelling for me while I was thinking that didn’t help either.
My hands reached out for the soap dispenser.

squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak…

About 30 seconds later of this continuous routine….
I got smart.

squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak
I stopped and said,
”..Please?”
squeak, squeak, squeak-pisht
A small spurt of soap finally appeared in my hands.
Then, as I was finishing up with washing my hands, I said the words of purely confused gratitude.

“Uhh..thank you?”