“After I was adopted, things were fine until two years later when they finally had their own child. They changed. I was sixteen and depressed. They treated me more like a maid or nanny, sometimes both. I didn’t complain about the nanny part because I loved the baby.”
She drew a breath in. We were currently in the living room, we just finished dinner. It was time for some truth telling.
“I had always been this strong, I realized. So one day, I returned home from school. As usual, the wife left the baby with me and went out. The house was left in disarray as it usually was, I cleaned and cooked my lunch. By the time I was done, I was tired. I fed the baby too.”
“How cruel can some people be?” I could not believe this. Why bother go for a child if you didn’t want them?
She shrugged. “I d
