The Housekeeper

She was no ordinary housekeeper, as much as she tried not to get involved with the new household family, inevitably her core purpose was to always heal the wounded. Her happiness lied on helping others, ironically her gift had come from all the agony and suffering she had gone through all her life. All the calamities were supposed to have destroyed her but instead, she had survived, broken yet whole, just the way she suppose to be. Contrary to what one might think, she had her luck on her side. Even though she was a college dropout, she had kept her brain sharp with reading books, she was well spoken and an eloquent poet.

She had a natural beauty, everyone that would look at her couldn’t specify exactly what made her beautiful. Her eyes were round, her lips copious, her long stature made her look thinner than what she actually was. Perhaps what made her appealing to others, was her way of expressing, her divergent way of thinking, embracing others for what they are and not for what they had.

It wasn’t long enough when the new family considered her as a confidant taken away from her duties of a housekeeper. She was the balance in the broken family, who had money to pay for everything, but had no one to trust until she had arrived. Often advising the CEO of the family, on certain dubious characters and the phony friendships. She was there to celebrate the spectacular moments and the most devastating experience of that family. She was always there but most of the time in the background, like a glue holding something that is on the verge of falling apart but as long as it’s there, everything seemed to fall into place.

No one would have imagined that an elegant lady, possessing the latest gadgets and expensive vehicles would be a housekeeper. At her community parties, she would often be the best dressed, she would be seen mistakenly as the organizer of that event and not the attendee. For this reason, she would attract many envious eyes, those who wished her harm yet were too infatuated by her entrancing personality. Her flaw was of being overly caring, trustful, and honest. Often her friends and companions would try to take the little that she had, while behind her back, would always seize the opportunity to damage her reputation and spill out all her dark secrets. Undoubtedly she was strong, she was able to cope, after all, she become an expert of coping through disappointments as she had had years of painful experiences. She was very clever yet easily swept away from those who only had ill intentions of her and their only hope was to vacuum the little that she had.

She preached love but often pushed others who unconditionally loved her the most. This family didn’t love her, they liked the idea of her, she was the closest authentic person they had in the midst of greedy people who were trying to take some share of the pie. Order and daily routines centered her, that’s why she was happy as a housekeeper. In fact, she was too good at her work which often she had to pick extra duties or make sure the other workers in the house were not just lodging around but were actually working. In fact, the family trusted her so much that before firing the laundry lady, they had asked her for her opinion first. She was content going home that day knowing that she had been honest with the family, letting them know that the laundry lady would sit around talking on the phone barely doing any work in their absence.

Her house was always immaculate, in fact she would spend her weekends cleaning what was already clean. The home was a temple where she would leave her shoes by the door so as not to mess her impeccable clean house and she would just distress. Although, she was a sociable person and would join her friends for dinner, the times that she enjoyed the most was when she was on her own. If she felt energetic and social, she would answer the calls of her children and try to console their problems, although hearing their problems would tare her soul. Her worst fears were having her children go through what she had gone through or worst lead her path.

As soon as she had arrived in that morning day, her heart was supposed to feel at ease, yet it was pounding so much that she thought others were able to hear it. Usually, the mornings were quiet, everyone in the family would have gone to work or school and she would find peace performing her daily routines of cleaning the house. She was not a pet-friendly person but she liked the family’s dog, he would jump in her leg of enthusiasm upon hearing her. That day was out her control, she would not be able to perform her tasks. The policeman looked at her briefly without greeting her. As she entered the house, the family was there with many people around, talking in a way that seemed foreign to her. She knew something was very wrong, of the years she had been working with the family she had never seen anything like this, that day looked as though it was a scene straight out of the movies.

Later that day she discovered that someone very close to the family had stolen a lot of money from them. They didn’t ask her but she felt compelled to stay in the extended compound that was built only for workers of the family. She woke up the next morning and made her way thought the main part of the house quietly as not to wake up the family. She started performing duties that were not part of her job description, like answering the phone, taking messages, or stopped intruders for wanting to know more of what had happened to the family. Her presence was quite natural to the family, they neither acknowledged nor ignored her efforts. She genuinely loved the family but she always felt deep inside that they assumed that she ought to loved them because of their financial status. She didn’t like this type of pressure, possessive, and corrupted love, she wanted something simple, natural without any conditions and prerequisites.

As time when on the possession of her love became more prominent, they expected her of doing things without acknowledging her opinion of feelings. It hurt knowing that she truly loved them but their love for her had conditions. So when she had mentioned she would be living her job, it came to a shock to the family. They truly didn’t think she would leave them, they thought she depended on their money. They neglected the fact that she was not looking for possessive love but a truly authentic love. They were not able to fathom how she would survive without their money. She never let worldly manners stress her from living her authentic life, so when the family realized how determined she was, they fell into an awkward surprise. They knew they were not able to find someone like her but there was nothing that they could do. Life had to go on both matters. She also realized that her efforts were being exhorted towards the wrong family and she had decided to focus on her family instead.

She was a woman of many dreams, she would determine that this year would be the year to fulfill some of her dreams that she had put aside of all her life. Undoubtedly, she could do anything that she ought to do but her fears and insecurities would eventually catch up to her. Perhaps she could finish school or write the book that she so lodged for. Soon enough her finances got scared and she had to look for another job, another family, where she would give her unconditional love to. The cycle would go on, her dreams put aside for another year.

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This my mother and my twin brother and sister. This story is a little glimpse of what my mother went through. I hope one day to write her story.

4 responses to “The Housekeeper”

  1. Your mother’s story drew me right in, Andrea. I want to know the rest of her story, so please write it when you have the opportunity.


    1. Hi Janet..I’ll be writing more about her story..she went through so least she should have some reconciliation with telling her story.


  2. A great personality. I liked your mom’s wisdom.


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