Emergency Medical Services in Honolulu said Tamayo’s body was found on Sunday with several bite marks on it.
At some point, every hard-working person is always taken for granted, and Alison was no exception. She was a lovely housewife to her husband Henry, who thought being a ‘housewife’ was very easy, unlike his 9 to 5 job.
Everything was going smoothly until one day Alison, a mother of four kids in her 10th year of marriage, asked a tired Henry, who had just returned from an exhausting day at work, for help with something in the kitchen…
Henry threw his briefcase on the couch, loosened his tie, and sat down, panting. He grabbed the TV remote and tuned into the news when Alison called out to him. She was unable to reach the tin of flour on the shelf and needed his help to bring it down.
“Henry, honey, can you please come here and get this thing down for me? I’m not able to reach it.”
Henry heard Alison but turned a deaf ear and increased the TV volume instead.
“Darling, can you come here for a second? I need your help…” Alison shouted again. At this point, Henry lost his cool and stormed into the kitchen.
“Honey, I’ve just come home. I’ve been working all day…Can I have a little peaceful rest? You are at home all day doing NOTHING. Look at me…I’m dead tired.”
On the fourth day of their challenge, Alison came home to see something else that left her speechless.
Alison was offended by what Henry said. She started arguing, trying to defend she was not jobless at home but had spent ten years raising their kids and keeping things orderly at home.
“I do NOTHING? I am so busy at home…I do all the household work, and how could you just say that I do nothing?” Alison argued.
But Henry wouldn’t give up just yet…
“Oh really? I am the only breadwinner of the family. I work hard from morning till evening. I come home tired. But you only look after our kids, cook food, and do some cleaning. You get a lot of rest in between, unlike me, who works hard and comes home tired, only to listen to your annoying chants of ‘honey, bring this down…honey, bring that down…’”
Alison disagreed. She was fuming and offered Henry to swap roles and see whose work was more complex and exhausting.
“Huh?! Are you kidding me? You cannot do my work, honey,” he boasted. “But I can do all your work. It’s child’s play for me. I’m working on a project. Will you be able to do it?!”
Alison stood her ground. She argued that she could pull off Henry’s job without a flaw. After all, they had both pursued the same major in college, where they met and fell in love.
Henry felt his ego was hurt, so he decided to prove Alison wrong. He talked to his boss and arranged to place Alison as his substitute for a few days, assuming she wouldn’t be able to stand working in his shoes even for a day. Confident about winning, he agreed to switch roles, starting the following day.
The next morning, Alison was getting ready to go to work when she smelled something like burning garbage. “Eeeew, what is that funky smell?”
She saw smoke in the kitchen and hurried to check, coughing. Henry was standing in front of the stove, staring at the burnt scrambled eggs stuck to the pan like charred popcorn. He had left the toaster on, and the toast was another disaster.
Alison could not control her laughter.
“Get out of my way. I have to send our kids to school,” said Henry, hurrying out to escape her taunts. He got his kids ready clumsily, forgetting what color tie and socks they had to wear for the day. He forgot to pack half their books and gave them $10 each to buy lunch.
“Go on, treat yourself with some nice lunch today. Dad is just having a rough morning, kiddos!” he shyly said, leading them to the car.
“Can I help? I still have 15 minutes to leave. I can make some nice breakfast,” Alison offered to help. But Henry, who did not want his pride to get hurt, turned down her offer and left with the kids.
“No need. I can handle this. I’ve just started, and I’m picking up fast. I will beat you in this race. Just wait and watch.”
Alison sighed and left for work, failing to picture the mess Henry would make further.
Henry returned home after dropping off the kids and started with the laundry. He stuffed all the dirty clothes in the washer without separating the whites from the colored clothes.
“Is this even tiring? Just stuff the clothes, pour the detergent, and voila! The washing machine will take care of everything. Now, let me start with dinner. I’ll follow some online recipe, surprise my wife, and prove that I’m a better cook than her!”
Henry went to the kitchen and could not figure out how to get started. He kept the tablet on the counter and watched different cooking videos. He had no idea what to make because everything seemed so complicated. Finally, he decided to make steak tortillas for dinner and started.
“Almost done! Wooohooo! Almost there, baby!” he exclaimed, putting the last tortilla on the pan. Suddenly, he remembered he had left the washing machine on. He hurried to check the clothes, only to find all his white shirts and vests dyed in different colors.
“Oh no! I did not separate the whites from the colored clothes. What will I do now?” he grumbled. He put his dyed clothes in the washer again and added some bleach, hoping it would fix it. He sighed relief and remembered he had left the tortilla on the pan and sprinted to the kitchen.
“Oh my God! Not again,” he gasped, running through the smoke, coughing. The tortilla was burnt black, and the pan was on fire. He splashed a mug of water on the stove, putting it off. He turned around, sighing relief when a sink overloaded with dirty dishes stared back at him. But Henry did not give up. He dusted the flour off his apron and lay on the couch to take a break.
He almost dozed off when suddenly he remembered he had to pick the kids up from school. “Oh, no…The kids…I got to go,” he shrieked and hurried to his car.