Narrative Essay About My Maid

I would like to share a story about my maids. I used to rely on maid services because I have two children, aged one and three respectively. When my eldest son was born, I initially sent him to a babysitter who lived nearby my area. However, the babysitter was only able to take care of my son until he was six months old due to her own pregnancy. So, because of the unavailability of my babysitter, I really needed to find a maid to look after my kids when I was away at work. My first maid was from Indonesia and I hired her in Dec 2012. She was 26 years old. She was originally from Bandung and she was a widow. She had never worked in Malaysia before and I was her first employer.

During her first day, I orientated her to the house and gave her
I sourced for a new maid to look after my children. After about two months, the maid agency contacted us and said that they had a maid for us. I felt really happy because I was going through serious distress over having a new baby when my maid had suddenly disappeared! The new maid was slightly older, in her 40s, but I told myself it did not matter so long as she was fit for work. However after taking the new maid back home, I realized that she was very slow and could not understand the Malay language well. I had difficulties communicating with her because she only understood her own dialect. I started to feel worried whether she could handle my children because my children are my utmost priority. I spoke to her slowly and tried to use sign language to make her understand my instructions in the hopes that she would understand at least the basics of what I was telling her. I took her to the bathroom with my son. I knew very well my son would cry seeing a stranger bathing him. I also wanted to teach her how to bathe my son. I told her to hold my son firmly so that he would not fall down in the bathroom. When I turned my back to take the shampoo and soap, I saw that my son wanted to play with the water in the pail near the bathtub. She didn’t do anything to stop him from playing with the water until I told her to grab hold of my son. I began to feel that this maid was ridiculous. Either she was stupid or she was acting
I showed her how the milk should be prepared. I told her that hot and cold water must be mixed together. I demonstrated how she should prepare the milk for my daughter so that she would know how to do it. The following morning, I asked her to prepare milk for my daughter thinking that she would know how since I had already taught her the way. I was in complete shock that she didn’t mix the milk with cold water, but just hot water. Luckily, I grabbed hold of the bottle before she put it inside my daughter’s mouth. It was freaking hot! I told her that babies couldn’t take hot milk just like that. She tried to tell me that she had already mixed the milk with cold water. I knew she was lying because I had watched her every movement and she didn’t realize it. I told her that she was lying but she blatantly denied her actions. Later in the night, I told her that she needed to observe my son closely and follow him wherever he went. So she did what I said and followed him. I followed behind her and my child. My son started to take something from the kitchen top to put in his mouth. Still, she did nothing except stare at him. When I told her to take it away from him, my son put up a struggle and she stood there doing nothing. I reiterated to her firmly that she needed to watch my son closely at all