Mother Figures

Yesterday, while I stood by the kitchen door at work, where I volunteer to serve lunch to the seniors, the Assistant Cook approached me in a hurry with a few words of wisdom. She looked me directly in the eye with a serious face and said, “when you choose someone make sure, he treats you well, is good to you, has a good job, and has his papers”. It took me by surprise the way she approached me, and I froze for a quick second before replying “aww thank you, I appreciate that and sure will make sure to do that”. Then she repeated to me, “make sure he has his papers” and really stressed it this time. I stood in front of her confused and she repeated, “his papers girl, his papers”. Still confused, I asked “immigration papers”?, but immediately afterwards, I caught on and said, “oooh HIV”. She looked at me like, (girl you better had gotten this right), and said “YES! please make sure to check on that, please”. I firmly assured her I will certainly do my homework about that and I meant that.

But, what stuck with me the most about our interaction is her next statement. The next thing she said to me after is, “you have to do that and choose a good person because you deserve it and you are worth it”. I felt a strong surge of emotions flow through me at that moment. I felt very appreciated to have someone show such great concern and act of kindness towards me. At that moment, I had another mother figure giving me advice and reaching out to me with support and love.

This act of kindness does not cost a thing, but the impact and joy it brought to me is worth millions.

This is what we need in this world.

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