Sylvia :
His parents are coming tommorow . This was not something I wanted to hear . Not at all . I am here as his slave , what would they think of me ? His mother was a great friend of my mother and she has seen me as a little child and now she sees me as a slave , a person who sold herself off for money. Shrugging off my thoughts I ask him ,
" What about me ? " He got what I was trying to say and replied ,
" Don't panic , ok . I am going to think of something."
" Think of something , I am living with you following your every instruction , what reason can you come up with ? "
Instead of saying something he sat on the edge of the bed and patted the side beside him gesturing me to sit. After both of us were seated comfortably he said ,
