Isn’t that sweet? We ran into our old housekeeper, Cecile. She was my daughter’s favorite. Well, actually, Mariza was, but when Mariza left for Miami, and Cecile took her place, Cecile became her favorite. I still know the names of all the housekeepers that ever worked for us. There was Roula, an Egyptian with a mean eye, whose husband ran off with another woman. Mali, from Sri Lanka, whose husband was handicapped, and whom I never heard from again after the tsunami on Christmas Day. We had Sounita, whose husband drank all her money away, and Sindra, whose daughter died while she lived here, and she left early, devastated. Mariza, who was a success story, because she ended up owning her own business and house in Miami Beach. And Cecile, who decided she wanted to come back, but then Miriam had already taken her place. Miriam, who leaves 3 children behind while she’s working here.
What sad stories these ladies share. And how warm they are with our children. Something you should appreciate, I think.