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One day, a dad came home from work only to catch his 12-year-old son yelling at his mom about the laundry. The boy asked his mom how hard it was to clean his clothes.

The dad was stupefied and felt terrible for his wife, knowing how hard she worked all day. She was a teacher and did all she could to ensure they lived comfortably.

The dad tried to do most of the housework often. He didn’t want to burden his wife further, especially knowing her heavy teaching workload.

Upon hearing his son yelling at his mom, he took the 12-year-old to the laundry room. He taught his son how to sort clothes and operate the machines so he could do the laundry himself.

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What Did the Dad Do to His Son?
Besides making him do the laundry, the concerned dad felt he needed to teach his son an important lesson on responsibility. With spring break drawing closer, he sent his wife on holiday to Mexico with her friends while he stayed home to care for the kids.

As he worked from home, he put the 12-year-old in charge of their housework. He made the boy do laundry and prepare breakfast and lunch for him and his brother. The boy couldn’t believe it. He thought it was unfair for his dad to impose housework on him during the break.

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