Learning To Love

I have a housekeeper who comes twice a month.  She’s 32 years old from El Salvador and she’s a grandmother.  Corina, is a lovely and kind woman.  When she found out I was a widow she hugged me tight while tears ran down her face.   It was not a put on and her gesture was not thought out, it was an impulse by someone who is free with her emotions.

I’ve never seen Corina sad or tired, although I know she struggles to support her family, and the more I get to know her the more I realize she’s happier than a lot of people I know who have plenty of money.

When Corina arrived today I had been thinking of my family, which is in Brazil and Italy, and of my late husband.  I was a little sad and wondering why love sometimes is so complicated and why must we hide, and distort the only thing that truly fills us up with hope, connectedness and contentment.

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