Sad. That was the feeling I had when my maid entered the boarding hall. Today was the day my maid went back to her hometown. I wondered if I should be happy or sad, but my expression said it all. She had been working for my family for three and a half year already. She knew what my needs were, attended to them and took care of me. I remembered once when I received bad results when I was in primary school and was crying. I felt all alone, as my parents went to work in the afternoon, then she came to comfort me. I also remembered the fact that when I go out, she always follows me. She brings me safely to my destination, no matter how far it is from my house. She watched me grow, from a puny little primary 4, to a tall secondary 1 student who is taller than her now. I just wish, just wish to say once more, a short little "Thank You".
Dedicated to my maid, Leha.
