Seventeen years ago, I hired her as my house help. My only instructions were: do your job, maintain professionalism, and avoid gossip. She exceeded every expectation.

The initial days were challenging for her, and she confessed that my household’s ways were unfamiliar. I encouraged her to persevere for a week, promising that if she still felt uncertain, she was free to leave. We both adapted, and seven days turned into seventeen remarkable years.

Her professionalism, punctuality, and systematic approach were unparalleled. We communicated sparingly, yet we understood each other’s needs. Her dedication was inspiring – she never wavered from her commitments.

The COVID-19 pandemic disrupted her routine, but her dignity and resilience shone through. Despite her struggles, she never asked for help. I ensured she received her compensation, even during her absence.

As I prepared to relocate, we shared a heartfelt hug – a rare display of emotion. I asked her to continue working with me at my new home, but she cited the distance as a challenge. Our parting was bittersweet.

Twenty days ago, I tried calling her, only to find her number switched off. A mutual friend informed me that she had relocated to her native place, changing her number in the process. I regret not reaching out sooner, as I was already missing her. Little did I know that our last goodbye would be final.

I miss you, dear.”