The marble staircase and the columns were impressive.
She wondered about all the people who had walked up and down these stairs over the years.
It all belonged to her now, and it was her responsibility.
She closed her eyes; tears started to roll down her cheek.
How lucky she had been.
Finally, she had found a job.
She was a cleaning lady and a good one she would be.
Joy overwhelmed her, and she sat down.
Now she just had to learn the language and life would be good here in this new country, so far away from home.
Word Count: 100
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The happy Quitter! 
You captured a new life with a new job in a strange place perfectly.
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Thank you, I hoped I would.
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I enjoyed this, you captured brilliantly the value of something toone person that the rest of us may see as mundane
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If she does not dry the stairs properly, what a tragedy. Fired on her first day. ๐
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Oh dear, I hope she doesn’t read that. ๐
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This is a great reminder of how little it really takes to make a person happy if they aren’t yet blinded by greed. And a subtle little misdirection in the beginning. Well told.
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Thank you so much. I always appreciate your comments.
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Dear Bridget,
She sounds like a motivated woman. I find myself harboring high hopes for her. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I remember when I came here to the U.S. over 30 years ago. I was a newly wed who had just followed her husband 3000 miles around the globe to start a new life in the USA. I didn’t speak English and everything around me was so different from the small village in the Alps were I came from.
Some of the experiences I made then, I never forgot. ๐
Hugs, Bridget
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Well told. Everyone has a different view of luck and hers is a great view. I hope she doesn’t have to dust the individual lights
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Oh Goodness, that poor woman I hope she won’t have to polish them all but then she might be happy about that as well. What do I know ๐
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Wonderful write.. And this makes us think if we were in their shoes in a foreign county starting a new job..
Love and hugs xx Sue
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I wish there would be a law that we all would have to spend at least 6 months in a foreign country, not as tourists, but studying or working.
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Yes it would generate much greater respect..
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A lovely story of thankfulness.
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Thought she was getting married, haha – but instead you switcheroo’d to socio-economics.
Did not see that coming.
Well played.
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Good writing. I wonder how many people have found themselves in this situation around the world these days. Great work.
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Too many I suppose. Thank you for reading ๐
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This is really touching.
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Thank you!
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We each see things from a unique perspective. Lemonade from lemons and all that. Well done!
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Thank you!
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So different luck is measured…. and I think this might be just the first step climbing those stairs in the end… I wish her the best of luck
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You are very wise my friend. I do believe that we take too many things for guaranteed these days. We all are very lucky and as you said “luck” can be measured differently.
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So very true! Luck is measured in different ways and we often forget that little detail.
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