I just happened upon one of the middle school girls that
I’ve gotten to know here, sitting by herself and looking rather sad at lunch
time. I took a seat and asked her what
is up…and it turns out that her helper is moving away. (When I say helper here, I'm referring to the person that works in a person's house, often in the capacity of a cook or cleaner.) She
is heartbroken, and all of a sudden I’m a little girl again, feeling that same
immense sense of loss. It’s a problem I
would never be able to identify with if I didn’t have the same
experiences in my life. She’s just a person who
works in her house, right? Wrong. She is a member of their family.
I’m so thankful for memories and experiences, although looking back on them can be painful and heartbreaking. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, right? Maybe true, but it doesn't always feel that way...
Location: Chengdu, China
Local Time (CST -- GMT+8): 12:24 p.m. (11/1/2012)
Auburn Time (PST -- GMT-7): 9:24 a.m. (10/31/2012)