Riiiiiinnngggg..... Your alarm buzzes. You press the snooze button and sleep until it alarms ten minutes after. You get up, wash your face and dry yourself with a towel. You go down to the kitchen only to face the same old breakfast. "Nene!!" You shout to call her who is already in your room fixing the bed, "Why do you cook the same thing everyday? Don't you even know how to experiment new things? And why is this egg basag? O come on!"
You are pissed. You decide to feed them to the dog and just buy something on the way later. You see her sullen face which gets you all the more annoyed. You think you pay for her anyway so she deserves to be taught a lesson. She has to fulfill her job you know.
She goes back to her room, thinks about the children that she has left behind in the province. They would've enjoyed the egg. Probably they're currently eating tuyo and rice again. The same thing for the past years. Tears swell up in her eyes as she remembers the three little children she dresses up for school and the young baby girl who sleeps on the duyan tied to the ceiling beside her bed. She longs to hear her first utterance of "Mama" but it now seems impossible as mama is oceans away. She wonders if Junior is studying well in school and if Marissa is eating her vitamins. She has respiratory problem. She hopes Nina is still in the honor roll. She is just as smart and kulit as her papa. How is papa? Hopefully the santol and mango trees are still up and bearing fruits despite the visits of Ondoy, Juan, Pepeng, Raming and others.
"Nene!!" You call her again curious where she could be. It's early in the morning and it ticks you that she might already be resting. She wipes her tears away and meets you at the front door. "Lock the gates," you tell her. You're off to meet the barkada in the mall and chill. She goes back to the house, washes the dishes, mops the floor, and wipes the counter. And after she's done with the kitchen, she starts with the laundry. She has to do all the white and colored clothes today before five pm so she can prepare a yummy dinner for you. Hopefully, you will appreciate it.
Note: This is a piece written as a tribute to all the maids. It does not in any way depict a real-life story.