The alarm clock beside my bedside woke me up. I checked the time, it was already 7:00 am. I felt like going back to sleep, but I had so many things on schedule for the day.
I heard a knock on my door.
"Yes,who is there?" I asked.
"It is me, ma'am."
That was the voice of Beatrice. She always comes to my room morning and night? to check up on me and prepare my things for the day. I could remember she hadn't come last night to check.
"You can come inn Beatrice," I said.
"Good morning ma'am, is there anything you would be needing to do for you?" She asked me.
"No Beatrice, I will take care of everything". I responded to her and she left.
I could recall the previous times when I would tell Beatrice not to bother about anything that I would take care of myself. I would object and insist
