Maya means illusion in Sanskrit language and so was her nature too. People used to love her caring and friendly attitude.She had no expectation from people ever as for her she loved people and to bring a smile on their face was kind of her selfishness as that gave her immense happiness.
The lady started holding Maya's hand very tightly as if she was scared of the lady receptionist.
Maya politely asked, does she belong here? If yes, then she would like to drop the lady to her room.
Maya was showed the room and they both slowly walked to the room. It was room number 7. Maya's lucky number is 7 too and Maya took this as a sign.
She took Mrs Johnson inside the room and made her sit and gave the water from the jar that was kept on the table.
Mrs Johnson took Maya's hand and kissed it and said 'Thank you my dear', if I am right my grand daughter should be of your age but my kids never came to see me as they think I am too old and too much hassle to take care.'
Listening to this Maya's eyes filled with tears she went and hugged Mrs Johnson and said, ' I am your grand daughter how come you didn't recognize me?'
Mrs Johnson's eyes were twinkling with tears and smile on her lips.
Who said, Maya was alone? She created her family in that home with all the senior citizens who loved her back in return more than that she could handle!
You are alone until you think so you are ~ Dawn