Dear ,
So here's the thing: I have a lot of things I've been wanting to say to you but I didn’t want to write you a letter because I don't want people to know you exist. But I think it's about time the truth came out: I have a maid. Yep, I live in a house with a maid. I feel odd referring to you as a maid though. That label conjures an image in my head of a French maid's outfit and a little feather duster. And you wear jeans and a t-shirt so the label maid doesn’t seem to fit. But I guess that’s what you truly are. And there you have it. Now that the world knows about you, I'm going to start writing to you more often.
Example: Dear Maid, You think I can't tell that you ate part of my chocolate bar? Because I CAN. Back off, Bitch.
Love, r
Hey Rachel! Sorry I've been so out of touch. Just grabbed a few minutes to catch up on your world in the new places (city, school, host family) and love to read all about it, as always...
ReplyDeleteAs for the maid thing - I know it's (can't find the right word but this'll do) weird. We had a cook/housekeeper/maid at most posts and at some we also had a guard/gardener too. I hardly ever talked about it to my friends in boarding school because it felt like some little dirty secret I ought to keep to myself. I mean, a maid?! Come on! Weird.
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