I have thought so much about her.
I have thought so much about the way she moved her hands. About the pride glistening thought her cheekbones while she worked. About the small smile on her face everyday when she looked at someone, even if it was forced most of the time.
I have thought of her, the maid whom there were none to praise, and very few to love. She lived unknown. Yet, still smiled at those who never returned her smiles.
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