Maid made a difference...

Broken pieces of my toys were lying outside my house I never valued them but when my little maid tried to play with it I immediately ran towards it and fought with her to give it back to me...I wonder what made me run towards her and pull it back,its not that I was going to play with it...I was just possessive about my stuff..the very next day I saw her play with some flowers in our garden I wanted the same as well..Now I started to get very possessive about everything around me everything that belonged to me she wanted to snatch it from me I felt...One day I saw my mom give her some sweets I purposely pushed her so that the sweets would fall off her hands,i found it too dirty when she picked up and she still ate it...Ewwww I said to myself how dirty...I continued to hate her for her dirty clothes and running nose and uncombed hair and just that name "Rekha" around me would make me feel like punching her...Eventually she left after serving us for 10 long years...Today I am 26 years old married to a businessman I have everything in my life what I demand for is on the platter but still it was incomplete because I could not complete my family...The defect lies in me,yes I will never be able to conceive its because of excessive smoking and faulty food habits in my early days..

So it is some fate or we were destined to meet at shoppers stop mall "Babyji" "Sulekha Babyji" I turned to see it was Rekha to my surprise...I still found her weird even after I met her after years but I don't know I was really happy to see her...she took my number and told me she would contact me...not that I was expecting her call but she did after after two days I was so happy when she said she would come home  and meet me... She entered with a baby who looked so pretty and adorable(yes I love children) she entered and sat on the floor I asked her how old she was and she replied with joy 1 year old Sundra I was taken aback that was my late moms name.She continued to tell me how she survived her life with my old clothes and with our used household stuff and food.
I would never let myself out to somebody but I dont kno why I told her about my pain of not having a child she kept her hand on my thigh and wiped my tears caressed me for a long time...
Just after a week Rekha gave me an envelop which had a form of surrogacy which was approved of her...I looked at her and the only thing she did was she smiled...Filled with guilt and happiness as well all I could do is hug her...