It was so cold… but why was it so cold? Why did it feel like I couldn’t move at all? I tried to speak but when I opened my lips to speak, nothing. It was dark and I was afraid. I didn’t expect to be afraid from this. After all, I’ve been through more hell then this but somehow, this feels different. I’ve been through demanding labour, could only eat so much and I was forced to be a maid and not even get the proper education. I thought about that and laughed at myself, why? I thought this because I was weak. I hated the fact that I couldn’t run away from this horrible faith of slavery. I hated the fact that I couldn’t tell anyone and that I didn’t try to tell anyone. It’s been 10 years, 10 painful years. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a bright light that flashed before and… it hurt so much that I cried. I could feel the tears falling down on my face… I gagged softly… I was dying…