"I found it interesting" said the man, "that as soon as I did something to trigger one memory, then *all* of your memories flooded back. Now I know *everything* in your entire mind. And you will know me, as soon as I tell you something...like how much you love your Tia Miranda."

Miranda? The name seemed familiar. Suddenly, Paul could remember her face! Her voice! Her wonderful cooking. It was just a trickle at first, but like a hole in a dam, as soon as the waters started to move through, it became a steady stream, then a flood.

Paul took a step back, and sat on the edge of the bed as memory after memory flooded his mind. He remembered growing up as a poor girl in Guatemala. He remembered falling in love with Fernando, and moving to his house. He remembered the wedding, with the white gown that had been his grandmothers. He remembered consummating the wedding (and liking it!), and nine months later giving birth to Tito.

Paul remembered giving birth to, and raising the other children, Manual, and Ricardo. Then how Fernando started drinking, and abusing her. And how she fled to the USA to live with Tia Miranda, and start a new life.

She remembered who she was now, her job as a maid, and her daily struggle to get by. She *was* Maria, and the memories of being Paul were just a small distant memory, like those of early childhood.

"I brought your uniform. You only have a few minutes before you need to start work" said the man, who Maria recognized as Paul. She undressed, and put on the outfit he had brought her. She needed to hurry so that she wasn't late.

"I am Paul now" said the man, "but one thing remains in my heart: the love for *my* children. I am going to file papers to take them away from you. I will raise them myself."

"No..." said Maria. The memory she had strongest in her mind, was that she *loved* her children.

"Yes I can. You see, I am rich and powerful. What are you going to do? Go to the police? They will just send you back to Guatemala. You can go find Fernando, and live with him if you would like."

"No!" said Maria.

"Or you can give up the children to me, and I will allow you to stay here, and work as a maid. I will miss being a woman, but now that the babies don't breast feed anymore, I can manage. You know, you might look into getting a husband, so you don't have to work every day. You have a great body, but it won't last forever."

"Please!" said Maria.

"Before you become an 'old maid', you had better get yourself a man. Oh, look at the time. You had better get going before you're late. You know how Jack is."

Maria hurried down the hall. It was bad enough that Jack took a third of her paycheck every week as a bribe not to turn her in, but if she was late or did a bad job he sometimes took more.

She was stuck being a maid now, and the one thing she lived for, her children, were being taken away. She pushed her cart into the elevator, and saw the man Paul, who she used to be.

"Have a nice life" he said as he got off the elevator. "I left quite a mess in my room, so you had better get to work on it. You'll be hearing from my lawyer today, about the children. Oh, and one more thing: I should be starting my period today. You had better go get some tampons from the lobby store, so you don't stain your panties. Have a nice day."

As the elevator doors started to close, Maria started to cry. This was all wrong! She was really Paul! But now she was stuck as a woman, a maid, and the most important thing to her as a woman was being taken away. She saw Paul walk off through the narrowing gap in the doors. When they shut completely, it was like a jail door clanging, with her being sentenced to life as a poor woman.

The doors opened on the second floor, and Maria pushed the cart through, forced to begin her new life as a maid.

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