Sunday, April 1, 2012

Through Her Window

  She wakes up early, getting ready to perform her duty.  She is the breadwinner and there are mouth to feed.  Never once she comes with a grumbling face.  Smiling, every time she meets people.  Greeting them with nice words to say.


  She starts in a small room, sometimes under the staircase.  She grabs hold of her equipment, with the strength of a man, moving her feet to every corner of the buildings.  The moment she enters, everything is shiny.  The ambiance of the room feels fresh with sweet fragrance clearing the air.  Everything seems to be in place.


  Sometimes she would stop for awhile to have a friendly chat or go through some magazines on the table before continuing her work.  Her pretty face cheers everyone she meets.


  One day, as she does her daily routine, she heard a voice among the crowd.  She started to remember her past and shared it around.  Reminds her of an admirer she once knew when she worked at a factory.  She never regretted her choice though the admirer did ask her hand in marriage.  But her fate was with someone out of arranged marriage, who had passed away a few years ago.  


   She complimented her late husband for being very nice and religious.  She claimed that although he had long gone, he still supports her and her children by receiving his pension since the late husband worked in a government sector.  


  Her eyes sparkled thinking of him but diverge her thoughts to the admirer.  Laughing out loud, she claimed that her friends spoke of the now successful admirer.  He was once married and now single and available.  Her friends lured her to contact the admirer saying she would be happy now if she accepted the admirer before.  


  With a deep breath, she said money is not everything.  Though he is successful in his career, not in his marriage.  She claimed that she might not be rich, and she is not saying she is poor, but she is happy with her life.  Living moderately is enough as long as she can provide food on the table.  


  Indeed she is strong.  Sometimes on weekends she would work in houses for the extra income.  She laughs, she smiles, she is happy.  And through her window, she is grateful with what she has now.  Though she might not be rich, she is complete.








Elvis Costello - She-Elvis Costello

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