Good Bye Auntie Yani

And so the day finally arrived... My first maid to complete 2 full years and also have fulfilled her contract, is ready to go home... back to Indonesia... back to her own family.

She's been with us like part of the family, took care of the kids as if they are her own, especially my younger one, Ally. We've been very happy with her service in our house and we're all a little sad to see her leave.

Ally was taken care by her since she's 3 months old. Beside her mommy, Auntie Yani is the next person whom she finds find comfort from... I'm the third...
















Isabel unwillingly took a photo with her before she left for school. She is the least attached with her. Probably the only one that never shed a single tear for her departure. Up till now she has never mentioned Auntie Yani's name, or say that she missed her... But I know she does miss her.
She doted my younger like her own, really cared for her well being. Protected her from harm.

We purposely brought Ally to watch Yani depart, this way, she knows that Auntie has gone home, and will not cry for her anymore.








As we escorted her to the departure hall, our hearts were heavy, but we also know she will have a good life ahead since she has saved quite a sum of money for her family.

One thing to admire these Indonesia women coming to be maids is their willingness to suffer for their family. The sacrifice they made leaving behind their family, some even young children in order to make a better living for them.




The "Official handing over and taking over of duty" for the old and new maids.











Yani, with tears in her eyes, walked to the immigration counter. For a long while she did not turn back...

But I could see her furiously wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.






As Ally watched, she began to realized that Auntie is not coming back. We explained to her that Auntie is going home... All she did was stared...















Mommy picked her up, and she started to cry...

"Auntie!... Auntie!..."

She banged on the cold glass wall with her tiny little hands, desperately trying to get her attention.

Auntie finally turned back, with watery red eyes she gave a weak smile and waved a little as she walked across the border and disappeared into the corner...









Ally cried...














And cried...











And cried...













But after we drove off from the airport, she never mentioned about Auntie again. If anyone asked her where's Auntie Yani? She'll bluntly say "Auntie go home..."

No more tears...