She keeps
Breaking
Things
In my home
Yet I can't
Chuck her
Out of my
Home
As she's
Become
Like a
Family
Member
Of my home
(pertaining to our maid who comes to clean our home; she's a good cleaner and she's well-behaved but she has a fiddly hand and so often we'll end up with broken things which makes me feel very wary but I don't have the heart to say Goodbye to her as she's nice and tries to earn a living for her family)
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