Aiden the Great

It is not a piece of cake. I take everything that I've said yesterday. This is not a piece of cake.

What kind of fuckery is this? 

Please don't mind my cursing but I am just terribly pissed off right now. Here I thought the slave job that Grandmama will give me is like those slave jobs in dramas.

Cleaning the whole mansion, sweeping the floor, watering their three gigantic gardens, trimming the grass, or cleaning off the chandeliers that are ten feet high above the ground.

Getting bullied by the other Santoros while Daime and Primo would rescue me with their dashing looks and incredible smile. 

But no. 

That is not the kind of slave job that Grandmama gave me. The one that she gives me is the one that would make me vomit and submit with her rules. 

But I am a Matautia! I will not submit!