I can still remember the last order I received from the main husband of the house I was serving before. That order made me decided once and for all, to leave the household that I have served faithfully for more than 30 years because I could not give up on my own beliefs and principles.
The order was simple but unacceptable, "Get rid of this child. I don't care what you do with it. Just get it out of my sight."
At that time, I wasn't sure if I heard the order right. I ended up asking myself, "Did the first master just told me to kill a newborn child in a time that having even just one child is so rare?"
At that point I confirmed the origin of this child. There is only person who was pregnant at this time who was that unnamed slave that was bought a year ago by the lady of the house from the slums.
