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THE HAVOC CAUSED BY OUR MAID
<p>She arrived like a breeze.</p><p>Small.</p><p>Unassuming.</p><p>Broom tucked under her arm.</p><p>Smile that promised order.</p><p>The scent of fresh laundry clinging to her clothes.</p><p><br/></p><p>But soon we learned</p><p>even a breeze</p><p>can become a storm.</p><p><br/></p><p>The plates disappeared first.</p><p>Clipped.</p><p>Clapped.</p><p>Gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then the sugar.</p><p>The rice…</p><p>never quite the same.</p><p>Always less than before.</p><p><br/></p><p>The house began to change.</p><p>Drawers jammed with mystery items.</p><p>Closets smelled faintly of something</p><p>we could not name</p><p>like burnt toast on a forgotten morning.</p><p><br/></p><p>The washing machine hummed differently.</p><p>Offbeat.</p><p>The fridge door…</p><p>slower than it should.</p><p><br/></p><p>And yet</p><p>she moved through our lives</p><p>with confidence.</p><p>Laughing at our questions.</p><p>Shrugging at our complaints.</p><p>Leaving chaos</p><p>in the corners</p><p>where we least expected it.</p><p><br/></p><p>We argued over little things.</p><p>Who touched what?</p><p>What went missing?</p><p>Late nights spent</p><p>tracking what should have been simple.</p><p><br/></p><p>The air grew heavy</p><p>with unspoken accusations.</p><p>Even the walls</p><p>seemed tired of containing her mischief.</p><p><br/></p><p>One morning, the cat</p><p>covered in flour</p><p>paws up, innocent face dusted white.</p><p><br/></p><p>Our neighbor’s prized vase</p><p>cracked into three pieces.</p><p><br/></p><p>She said,</p><p>“Accidents happen.”</p><p><br/></p><p>And we knew then.</p><p>This was more than carelessness.</p><p>This…</p><p>was havoc in human form.</p><p><br/></p><p>But sometimes,</p><p>in the mess, we found her.</p><p>A glance at an old photo.</p><p>A whispered joke to the kids.</p><p>Maybe she was more than chaos.</p><p>Maybe she was a reminder.</p><p><br/></p><p>Havoc, like life,</p><p>is never only chaos.</p><p>It is trial.</p><p>It is lesson.</p><p>It is frustration.</p><p>It is comedy.</p><p><br/></p><p>The house remained slightly off-kilter.</p><p>But we adapted.</p><p>We learned patience.</p><p>We learned humor.</p><p>We learned…</p><p>not everything can be controlled.</p><p><br/></p><p>We laughed at ourselves</p><p>for worrying so much.</p><p>We noticed the small kindnesses.</p><p>Hot tea on a cold day.</p><p>Children’s socks tucked neatly into drawers.</p><p><br/></p><p>And in the maid’s eyes,</p><p>maybe we saw a spark</p><p>like she knew the secret:</p><p><br/></p><p>Disorder can teach love.</p><p><br/></p><p>And in the end,</p><p>our maid taught us</p><p>that disorder can teach love.</p><p><br/></p><p>A little havoc</p><p>does not break a home.</p><p><br/></p><p>It reminds us</p><p>life is always alive.</p><p>Messy.</p><p>Unpredictable.</p><p>And beautifully ours.</p>
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