The next morning, I am greeted warmly by someone. someone I don't recognize. It seems that a cold had taken down my maid and she had to be replaced. Well, with such weather, I was awfully surprised not so many people seemed to have come down with the flu right now. It was a surprise that my Ophir was doing great and always coming back to me , healthy, unharmed, and mostly happy.
I don't make a big fuss out of it, even if i dislike the change. The previous maid was somehow familiar. A warm smile, soft wrinkles and a bit of a mother side to her that made me feel not as alone.
Her name was Matilda and I liked her. Hopefully, she will get back soon and she will be as happy about the news, as Ophir was.
As for me... I was not sure about it. But one thing was certain. There was nothing I di
