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The Housemaid

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By Rohitha LankaPublished 9 months ago Updated 9 months ago 2 min read

The housemaid

She always

showed me a strange charm.....

When she was finished by breaking

The nets and washing

The house, she was quite alive.

Isn't it hard to do this work alone?

She smiled, but she didn't respond, but

I could think.

We went shopping with her, and

I went to buy clothes for all the family.

This is beautiful, and when she gave it,

I smiled, and

It was the same clothes.

This is better for

Madam.

She knew

more than me how to dress.

Now, Madam, Let's go, and

I got all.

When she said,

I felt sorry for her...

Aren't you a member of my family?

I asked her with a sad face. Show me...

Oh, lady

I am the one who works in the ladies' house...

I knew that fate is not fair to everyone...

When you buy clothes for everyone in your house,

I saw those eyes shining,

I bought every suitable dress for her.

When she chose beautiful little dresses for her daughter,

I bought them all.

Thanks to the lady,

I bought them every year.

I said,

Come, and

I went to the car, holding it from me.

When

I told her to go home tomorrow, her face turned black.

Then, who will make the sweets?

I laughed at her question...

This time,

I will make it.

You go home and make sweets with them.

In addition to her salary,

I gave her separate money.

I knew that

With that money, the service she does can never be compared.

There was...

Since my childhood,

She who took care of me

And did all the work around the house

I felt like a mother to her...

When I was kneeling and praying to the Buddha Saranai Nona

She said it like always today...

Let me hear that word

I have been waiting for it for years

But it was never heard from her mouth due to social class...

When she went out from the gate and waved her hand

I ran towards her...

Come quickly

I said

whoever she is in my family

because she was at the top of the list

Of people I love the most

...

I love you, white mother when I said

She kissed my forehead

Who ever she is to her

She became my second mother to me.....

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  • Sera9 months ago

    💜💙❤️♥️

  • Nikita Angel9 months ago

    Very beautiful

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