Duty, with love

With the passage of time, on every new year’s eve I feel that life is a kaleidoscope of colourful memories. We have innumerable relationships that we nurture in the span of so many years. Human relationship is created through our emotions that we harbour for each other.
Here, I am sharing my first story of Sister Mary. She was a dutiful nurse at the maternity hospital where my daughter was born. I used to be amazed by her selfless service that she would render to all the patients. She would take care of the new born babies so tenderly and lovingly, like her own children. She would also be at the beck and call of the doctor, responding promptly whenever called for. She was given a minimal wage for her excellent services. But she had no complaints! She religiously performed her duties with a jubilant look on her face. There is so much to learn from her selfless service.
Time passes so swiftly, and after many years, I happened to spot her during Christmas vacations at a market. It gave me immense pleasure to see her again. Her smile radiated the same glow as it did 20 years back. Sister Mary wanted to see my daughter who was welcomed by her in this world. I invited her to my home. It was Christmas season and she visited our place with home made cake and presents for all of us. Nothing could have made me happier but to know that she had been appointed as the head matron of a reputed hospital. And that is how she was blessed for her selfless service.