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New Maid Maria 2
By Eric
Thanks to Steve Zink for editing - he always makes me
look good.
This story is a continuation of New Maid Maria - by
Catherine Durham
You will understand the story better if you read that
first. It is short but packs quite a punch!
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Master comes into the room to carry my suitcase for me. He
smiles kindly at me. I smile back. I wish I was as strong
as master, but I am just a petite girl. He's very large
and strong and very good looking. I look around my cozy
little room. I have lived here since coming to America.
Tears come to my eyes. I will miss it when I return to the
Philippines. It is not a large room like Master and
Mistress's luxurious bedroom, but compared to what I'm
going back to it is luxury.
I follow master out of my room. Mistress is waiting
to say goodbye. She giggles when she sees me. She giggles a
lot when she looks at me. I'm not sure why and it is not my
place to ask. I am a simple servant girl; I curtsy and say
in my accented singsong voice, "Goodbye, Mistress. Thank
you for being so kind to me, especially when I be ill
with fever."
"Quite all right, Maria," she says with a smile. Bending
over, she gives me a hug. She is 5' 5 " and I only am 4'
9". She is very lovely. Master be lucky man to have such a
wife. Also to be so rich they live in mansion and he makes
much money with something called accountancy for large
companies. Such work is beyond me as I am just a simple
girl from the Philippines.
His Mercedes is waiting and he puts my suitcase into
the trunk. I check my appearance in the hall mirror. A girl
always has to look her best. The red dress they gave me
looks pretty on me and so I smile. Being pretty is
important to girl like me. My makeup is good on my dark
skin. Here in America I look exotic with midnight hair and
my round Philippine face with large brown eyes, but when I
return I will just be another pretty young girl among so
many.
The bad dream I had last night that I was not myself
fades away. I wave goodbye to Mistress and smiling she
waves goodbye back. The wonderful car roars away. It be
long time I ride in any car back home. None but the rich
have them. I would have to make do with my battered old
bicycle.
"I want to thank you for all your hard work for us, Maria.
You kept the house in good order and clean. Also, we will
miss your wonderful Filipino spring rolls."
My face flushes with pleasure. "Thank you, Master," I say.
Soon we are at the bus stop where I will take a bus to the
airport. Master has already found out what bus I need. He
is so kind to poor girl.
"I don't want you to miss your plane and be in
trouble with immigration," he had said.
He right. A young girl like me from the Philippines has to
be careful. I am a poor girl from a poor country, not a
rich American like Master and Mistress.
"Thanks for everything, Maria," he says with a strange
smile.
"You be welcome, master," I reply. A few people snicker at
my Filipino accent. They not be very nice.
I struggle to get suitcase on bus. It is crowded. I see
Master's beautiful big car pull away and I cry a little, I
will never see him or kind Mistress again. At airport I go
through immigration. They check my passport. A stern man
says, "Good thing you did not out stay your visa, Maria."
I cast down my eyes and say nothing. He scares me.
Soon I am on plane. I am going home. I long to see my
mother and father again. I also hope Jose my man not find
another girl. We are to be married when I return with
dowry. I long to have babies.
When I arrive in Manila somehow it seems strange to me
after my time in America. I hear my native Tagalong spoke
by many people for the first time since I leave home, it is
so comfortable to speak it after struggling with my poor
English while I be in America.
I get on old battered bus for ride to my native village. To
my joy I see mother and father awaiting my arrival. Master
be kind enough to pay for and send them a telegram when I
be arriving. I have tears in my eyes when I embrace them.
Though for a moment everything seems strange, but I be
silly young girl, it is just because I be away so long that
things seem strange.
As we walk to our home I see old village witch woman, she
looks closely at me and laughs a strange laugh. It makes me
shiver and somehow think of bad dream I have where I am not
myself but - no, that be too silly. How could I, a simple
girl, be Master?
"The witch got a large sum of money recently from America
and now lives in nice house," says my father. "No one knows
why or for what and we're all afraid to ask."
I nod, the woman frightens me ever since I be little girl.
That night Jose comes to call and we sneak out in back. His
kisses seem so good. I've missed him so much. I tell him
how much money I make in America and he is pleased. We are
to be married next week as planned. He has nice surprise
for me. "I can get us good work for Senor and Senora
Cortez, the Spanish couple who own hotel on the beach. That
is if you have good recommendation from rich American
couple and if your English has improved."
"I have very nice letter from kind Mistress," I say
proudly. "And she helped me with English. I am better."
"Good!"
That night do not sleep well. My bed is uncomfortable. I
miss my bed in my servant quarters, but I must get used to
bed at home again. A simple girl like me can expect nothing
better.
The next day I meet Senora Cortez. She looks me over
and reads my letter. She speaks in English and I do my
best.
"Your English is barely adequate. Still, your letter
of recommendation from your former employers is excellent.
So I suppose you'll do as our new maid and part time cook."
I curtsy. "I hope you like my spring rolls. My Master and
Mistress loved them."
I work 10 hours a day except for Sunday but it might
be worse. I miss Mistress and Master in America. They were
so kind to me. I got a post card from them wishing me well.
That night I have another bad dream but I will not think of
it.
5 years later.
My bad dreams have not returned. I have four wonderful
children. I just wish my husband didn't drink and hit me.
But what can I expect, I am a simple girl and my name is
Maria.
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