Inspired by a true story but mostly imaginary.
Someone once woke up and saw the maid working at his house doing the laundry at the crack of dawn. He asked,”Does she dream of doing laundry while she sleeps?”
No, sir. She dreams of the children she left at home 1000 km away. She dreams of giving them a future better than the present she was living, waking everyday and being bossed around by him and his children…
“Is my lunch ready?”
“Where is my uniform?”
“Help me with my homework!”
She would rather be fixing her own childrens’ lunch, washing their uniform, hunching over their books in the dim light of a kerosene lamp, helping them connect the dots and form the letters that spell out…
“A better future.”
She dreams of the day when she walks out that door forever, to be welcomed into her doctor son’s first house away from there. She dreams of seeing her daughter wearing a black gown and standing behind the podium, telling the audience in her valedictorian speech about the mother whose hands washed enough dishes and clothes to roughen them and make them callous. She did not use Fairy with Olay to wash the dishes but struggled with Panga washing soap bar.
So no, she really doesn’t dream of washing laundry while she sleeps, for she has bigger dreams than he could imagine. And while some people watch their dreams wither in the dark, and while he makes fun of her as she washes his clothes, she was coming really close to realizing her dreams with every dish and every cloth she washed.