I had no reason to question it.
When I married Clarence in 1971, we moved into a small home in Columbia.
Criamos a nuestra hija, Alfreda, mientras Clarence trabajaba en una planta local y yo limpiaba casas.
Life was modest, but we managed.
Then, in 1989, my mother became ill.
Mrs. Henrietta Lockridge contacted me.
“Elnora, your mama has looked after this family for forty-three years. I want her to stay in her home. But I’ll need some help around the house.”
I agreed.
Durante los próximos tres años, ayudé a cuidar a mi madre mientras trabajaba en la finca.
She passed away in 1992.
Afterward, I continued working for Mrs. Lockridge.
Luego, Clarence falleció en 2004.
And again, I kept working.
Eventually, my weekly routine became as familiar as breathing.
Mondays were for the kitchen and bathrooms.
Thursdays were for the floors.
Fridays were different.
Every Friday, before I could begin cleaning, Mrs. Lockridge insisted that I sit beside her at the kitchen table.
