The Maid's Diary

by Loreth Anne White

Perfection is deception. An illusion. It’s a carefully curated but false narrative.

I told him if people truly wanted to hide something so badly, they wouldn’t invite a maid into their house. Now I’m not so sure .

People hustling and bustling to work on this Thursday morning, oblivious to the fact that in the blink of an eye they, too, will be sitting in a chair, waiting to die. Unless something violent and sudden snatches them away first.

One should follow one’s heart, you know, because before you realize it, your time on this earth is done and you’re at death’s door.”

We are—or we become—what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful who we pretend to be.