Now and then, memories of my beloved 10-year-long maid'd flow into my mind like a surge of water. And it always boils down to those last few seconds, when I saw her board the mini van which was destined to take her to the airport. That particular scene, I cld never erase.

I can still recall vividly, I wasn't allowed to dismiss school because my Dad didn't let me and if I missed another lesson, I wld b debarred (or so they claim). So the only manner I bid her farewell in was still donned in my PJs, eyes in a sleepy stupor. I helped her into the van and stood back to let it drive off. And feeling so helpless as I just stood there and watched her van drive out of sight. I still remember hugging on to a certain stuffed toy, but that thing didn't provide me with any sort of comfort, it was just smth for me to grab on harder to so I cldn't feel the pain.

That was the last I saw, and heard, of my darling maid, who was really more like a sister to me. Even when noone cared and everything just felt so wrong, people around me causing such immeasurable pain, she was always the one who'd hug me, and tell me that there're ppl who still care, and who'd never hurt me and who loved me. Then she'd pat the back of my hand as she sang me to sleep with "Eternal Flame".

I think of her so much now, of what she's doing and how she is. Whether if she still thinks of me now and then. Like how I think of her.