For as long as I can remember, I have been working in the fields of solitude, taking care of your children, washing your clothes all for just poor treatment.
I shouldn’t even have to be writing this. Every slave should be freed from their torture without question, but I guess I have to because you’re not seeing this from our point of view.
I deserve to have a chance at life with my kids in New York. We got separated because I had to serve you. My kids and I haven’t see each other in years. It would be a blessing if I could see them again.
What if you were in the same position as us? You would be feeling the same feelings as we are. The same blood. The same loneliness. Put yourself in our shoes and show some kindness.