I looked out of the window in the fourth floor of the building where we lived. I was in Hong Kong, miles and miles away from home, wishing I was home with my little boy and taking care of him instead of taking care of the children of my Chinese employers. It was my first day in Hong Kong and I felt so out of place with nothing in mind but my little boy whom I left at home in order to work as a domestic helper in Hong Kong. It was a tough decision given that I have a two and half year old son. But my siblings advised me to just go and not to worry about my son because they will take care of him as I have done.

Hong Kong became my home that day and as I looked around me, the things that greeted me were all strangers to my eyes. Hiding the tears that almost fell from my eyes, I looked at my employer who was talking to me and I forced out a smile. The smile was a struggle. My employer came to me and she patted my back.

"Don't worry. You will like it here and besides we will treat you like a member of the family," my employer said with concern.

It was the loveliest voice I heard that day. I wiped my eyes and smiled to my employer then I said thank you. I felt all my fears and worries fade away and as I started to do my work I prayed that my employer was honest with what she said. I was right because they were all very good to me.

The night was a nightmare to me when I went to bed. With the two boys asleep, I didn't have anyone to talk to or be busy with. I sat up and leaned on the wall. Everything was like a shambles crisscrossing in my mind. I shouldn't have come to this place I told myself. It was already two in the morning when I finally went to sleep. In the morning I was feeling dizzy from lack of sleep but I went on with my work.

On my first week with my employer I was finally allowed to have my day off. I went out of the building without knowing where to go. I would have wanted to stay at home but my employers told me that I have to go out and find friends. Perhaps they were worried that I will get sick from feeling so lonely at home. I bought a magazine from the magazine stand and went to a park where I spent the whole day reading alone.

At night time when I cannot sleep something popped into my mind. I almost blurted out my excitement when I thought of refreshing my love for writing. I took a pen and started coining words. When I read what I wrote, it seemed lifeless and boring. I told myself that no

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