Her eyes gleamed at me as she was telling me her story. She is a good talker, I thought. I smiled at her as I listened to her tale. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. This is the first time we have met.
I kept listening to her stories, while she worked, her talk about things when she started to say,
"You know, I thought that you would've given me a hard time..." she continued. "But you didn't, unlike all the others."
My smiled widened even some more, "Really?" I asked. I was filled with warmth at that statement, to be glad to be kind to her.
"Yes," she went on, "But you know the beautiful, rich kind..."
I nodded my head in understanding. Of course I knew what she was talking about, from television shows and drama that I have seen. And being also quite knowledgeable in the culture.
But still, I was filled with delight. I did not know her, and here she was telling me of her experiences, giving me advice and lessons that she had learned from her past life. I knew what she was going for, she didn't want me to make the same mistakes that she did, and I was glad to listen to her and accept this knowledge.
Of course, I had known it before, but this is the first time that somebody who had experienced it was talking to me about it. And all the while as she was serving me.
The song on my player shifted into a new tune, a beautiful piano melody that soothed my ears.
I laid back and relaxed on my pillow as she proceeded to massage my legs.
"Don't let just anyone massage you," she said. "Good thing I know from experience. It shouldn't be too hard, this is moderate, since this is your first time and you are young."
I nodded my head in thanks. She smiled at me as her cellphone bleeped.
"It's my friend," she kept on talking. "Oh do you want to see my baby?" she asked.
I nodded my head again as she flipped through her cellphone photos to show me finally a photo of herself sitting beside her husband, and two children. A boy and a girl. They were both very young, 5 and 3 years old.
"Awe, they are cute," I said, lifting my head up.
She spoke calmly and gently to me, talking about everything else. The hardships, the happys, the good news, and the sadder news. I had learned that she likes Bruno Mars songs. I told her that I liked Taylor Swift and can play the piano.
She moved to my forehead, massaging the temples.
I told her about other things that happened to me in the past and she replied with the same tinge of joy in her voice, that was happy, friendly, and something that I haven't recently experienced lately.
"Well, all in all, it's beautiful really," she said complimenting me.
I enjoyed listening to her as she spoke.
In the end, our session was done. I felt a little bit sad that it was, as I liked to hear her talk, not to mention the wonderful massage that I had gotten.
Her eyes lit up again telling me, "Just ask for my name when you need anything."
I nodded, I was definitely going to call her again the next time I get a massage. I thanked her.
I left, carrying my music player with me as it changed to a different tune once again as I walked to the other room.
I know it was just a simple thing. Not much of a big or impacting moment in my life. Just a first massage. Which felt wonderful.
But the thing is, I am remembering her as a person. A person who faced hardship, struggles just like any other person. What made her different was that she chose to share it to me. Yeah, I know, really not a big deal to make conversation with your client, but hey, I'm young, not exactly an adult yet. And well, she cared enough to share, to at least try to shape my life, letting me know the things that happen if I do make these life-changing decisions.
What she has done, well it's kindness. I really do appreciate it. Even in the simplest forms.
I hope to repay her for her kindness.
As I was sitting in the room, I got up and started filling 3 glasses of water. One for my mother, one for her friend, and one for her, the massager.
My father opened the door for me as I went in and handed everyone their glasses of water. She took it gently with a smile on her face, thanking me.
"Mom, I like her," I said, "She's good and she's nice." I glanced over to her beaming face.
I turned to leave the room and said, "Thank you again."
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