Yesterday, the maid who helps run our home got tired of cooking Indian food. Learning Vietnamese has helped me empathise.
The little note read:
“Sorry. I will’nt come tomorrow. I not working for you.”
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - William Butler Yeats