reading through malou's horrific yaya tale felt a little creepy.. but it happens. though i wouldn't say i'm lucky, six long years of service from my house help and counting is something to be thankful.
neil was almost three years old when she came in and join the family.. a few months after and a september 11 tragedy, my younger brother left for NY. from five people living in the apartment, we're down to four.
we treated her like our own... through the years we've managed to give her a few raise to keep up with the times... whatever perks we can afford her, we gave.
the years didn't went so smoothly though. there were times she wanted to quit, "go home and rest.." knowing how adept she's been to the daily grind and the policy of our household, we tried to convince her and lured her back.
but now after six long years, she feels it's time to get married, stay-out and maybe start a family of her own... though she promises not to leave us behind, especially the kid she nurtured since two, it is but apparent that one of these days she'll leave us for good.
yesterday and the days to come, there'll be three people living in the house at night cos she's now being fetched every night by her soon-to-be hubby...
life goes on for all... we all move on...
trust me when i say this, i'm made for situations like this.
..... to be continued..
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