Elina woke up to the baby crying… again.
It was still dark and her employers were sleeping.
Elina knew her duties.
Walking to the kitchen she tried to calm the little girl, only warm milk would calm her.
“Little plum”, she whispered, cuddling the baby.
She longed for Mindanao… she longed for school… for mother… but they needed her money back home.
Besides, she wouldn’t be allowed to leave.
“We’ll take your passport, just to be sure”, they’d said.
As the first colors of dawn brightened the sky it was time to make breakfast… again.
Yet another day in Dubai.
First many apologies for everyone I never had time to visit before I left for vacation a couple of weeks ago. I hope I will be a lot better visiting and commenting this week. The picture for me had a deep symbolic meaning of looking back at what you left, and my thought went to all the housekeepers coming from the Philippines to the Gulf States, often working under bad conditions. Probably Elina is more a typical case than one of the worst. If you want to read a short story that partly inspired me, read Sleepy by Anton Chekhov
Friday Fictioneers is curated by Rochelle, don’t miss her story and the other you can find by clicking on the blue froggy below.
August 29, 2018