We called in that agency to tell them that we are ready to keep her. When that lady, Suman, brought Rina, the underage maid to us she asked for the commission. She told us that the commission will be equal to the other maids and the salary will be given to Suman, she will keep it safe for rina. My mother told her that she will open a bank account for Rina and will start depositing her salary there so that if ever she get brains enough to ask for it, she will have all the deserved money.
Suman left for her office leaving Rina and all her responsibility over us.
Days passed, first few days were terrible but we were very polite and generous (we still are, but now we’re more friendly). It was actually very difficult to work with her. It seemed as if she has learnt to do all the opposite what’s been told. She actually did everything in a way which was unimaginable. She would wash the washed utensils, when asked to keep the “aata ” in fridge, she used to keep the dry one. Cases and experiences cannot be even defined. It was like experiencing a strom in the pond! The most irritating thing was “Han”. Even before we would complete our sentence, she would say yes and walk off and I used to stand there, pulling my hair and saying ” dude what yes do you even know what to do?”. It was a very difficult task to keep calm and get the work done from her and sometimes we used to lose our calm!Sometimes I, sometimes my sister and sometimes mumma too. Sometimes somethings used to happen that would leave all of us with red eyes, and sometimes we would burst out loud laughing.
It’s been 2 years now. She has now become a part of our family. I remember her crying when I was leaving for hostel and I remember her hug when I returned home for the first time after spending one week there. It was 5 days back when I saw her crying. It was normal for us because she used to often laugh or cry or do both without any reason but that day she was crying a lot. I and my sister as usual went near her to calm her down, but she went towards mumma, hugging her and saying that she was missing her mother. That was the day when mom decided that Rina will call our mother “Mumma”.
She suddenly started crying with a smile. Those were the tears of joy, and why shouldn’t they flow? She got her mother that day.And Mumma? Now she was a proud mother of me, my sister, Oscar (our dog) and Rina
From nirbhaya to aasifa, I’m glad we saved one news, one protest, one March, one issue, ONE GIRL. And so, I’m so proud to be the daughter of such a lady.
Hats off mumma!