My mom finally sent my maid back early this morning.

It seems almost impulsive – I was only informed of it after she left, when I woke up.

Just like that my maid’s disappeared forever, with no goodbyes.

She was a good maid. It’s just like my mom to crush a good maid’s spirit by imposing her unrealistic standards of perfection.

I suppose I shouldn’t be sad – she’s in a better place now (not death): Back home, where she’s free from verbal abuse.