what if the time stops ticking at 8:05 PM
"Hey Maribel, take care ok?" I hugged her this morning, walked out of the balcony and saw her drying her tears. It made me feel like crying too, but I held back. It has been nearly 2 months since Maribel came to live with my family. And me, I get attached to people easily. I'm going to miss her.
Yesterday, when mom broke the news to her that she was going to be sent back to the agency, she kept asking why & she cried non-stop through the day. Ever since I learnt that she was going to be sent back just because grandma doesn't want/need her, I've been feeling so bitter inside. Maribel = Innocent Party
Funny how I dreaded the thought of having her living under the same roof. Now I'm having a hard time letting go. Some may think, "but she's just a maid". No she's not. I think over time, I actually regarded her as family. (Ok, now I find tears rolling down my cheeks for whatever reason.) I never did gather my courage to chat with her (for more than 5 minutes). I never did manage to take a photograph with her.
I wrote her a note, telling her how sweet she is sweet like the chocolates (I gave her chocolates) & that I hope she had a pleasant time here. But wait. I forgot to tell her I'll miss her! ): The image of her will always be etched in my heart, at least I want it to be. I don't want to forget her.
I came home from school today, and I didn't see her in the living room, in the kitchen, in the balcony, not anywhere at home. I hope she gets to work for a really nice and good family.
Maribel, please somehow know that I miss you already.
