Struggles of A Maid..(1)

This is a great way to spend my last moments with my family. Leaving them for two years is hard for me. I love them so much! Leaving my 4 year old son is much harder. </3 

"Mama, when will i see you?" My son asked.

"Im here, son, don't worry. Now just give me a good night kiss and hug," I started tearing up. This isn't easy for me. 

My son jumped on me, hugging me so tightly. He started kissing my cheeks, and his eyes teared up. Which made me tear up more..

I held his hand, took him to bed. I started slowly singing to make him fall asleep. His tiny hand squeezed into mine. It took him about a while to make him fall asleep.

I slowly let go of him. I kissed his forehead. Closed the lights, and went to the living room to my husband.

"Grace, i will miss you so much." He hugged me tightly.

"Me too, but im just doing this for sake of my family." I said. Managing not to tear up.

"Thankyou. Take care sweet heart." He said.

"Okay!" I smiled.

I took my bags and went outside. The taxi is waiting for me.

I got in, and told him to go to airport.

Im so scared. This is the first time i work as a maid.

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I go into the office, which my 'owner' will pick me up.

The boss started telling me how Kuwaity style works. 

But, the problem is that i don't know how to speak arabic..

My "owner" came to the office after 15 minutes.

She and the boss let me sign this contract for two years.

I didn't want to do it, but i should. Not for me, for my family.

I followed "Ma'am" to the car.

She told me to sit at the back seat, while she's driving.

She started talking to me in half english/half arabic.

I understood half of it.

"Shnu esim mal enta?" Madame said.

I got confused..

"Name name?" Madame said.

haha, oh . 

"My name is Grace." I said, smiling. 

"Grace? shwaya its hard..lets call you Mary." Madame said.

MARY? 

My name is not Mary!!!

Well your name is Madame I dont know what, you see me complaining?

"Ok," I said, forcing a smile.

Its going to be a long two years ..