Yaya Power!

I have found my calling!

I can be a domestic helper already. In the whole month I was here, I learned how to clean my room, fix my bed, hang and fold clothes (yes mv i finally can!), do laundry, iron, wash dishes and cook (although they still won't let me hold knives coz I might play with them or worse, cut off my finger). Mommy calls me Inday now.

I'm forever going to be thankful that I never got mad at the maids and my yayas for burning my favorite Mango tops, black pants or new gimmick tops, for turning my white and cream knits all spotty reddish pink, for waking me up early on the wrong day, for not remembering where they put away my things, for my sinigang not turning out right, for not bringing me the right condiments, for putting milk in my maleta, packing a pair of shoes that were both for the left foot (remember those thong wedges we all love and have multiple pairs of?), for not understanding what I want even if I talk in Tagalog, English or Bicolano, ... because IT'S HARD WORK!

I only had to look out for myself (and hello Ate a, my uncle and tita are here so I'm not alone doing the chores) but can you imagine doing that kind of work for so many people day in day out?

Please be kind and patient with your yayas! And yeah I know easy for me to say because I'm tight with our maids (hello I cried when Ate Ems left) and that some are actually really horrible but can you imagine being away from your family because you have to support them and have to serve people you don't know? I think I'll start a yaya fan club :) Who's with me?