Without Further Ado: My Family

It happened often, that Rachel, when she was alone at home, moved up and down in her room, tidying up after some repairs to her clothes. She hummed a Psalm and digested remarks and pieces of conversation she had picked up in the office; there were always people who complained or chattered loudly, regardless of where they were. Rachel went through life with a smile and was always happy and thankful. She had a cozy room under the leads, half of which would soon become the living room of her and...