Darcy.
My back hurts, while I looked so bad. The sun has began to set and I have made an appointment to meet with Beta Michael later.
But Miss Bridget isn’t willing to make things easy for me. She has been making me work since she had returned from the hospital.
Something about how she needs everything to be clean when she doesn’t even use it that much. It is just a way that she shows her hatred for me.
“I want you to clear the do that when you are done.” She had been saying the moment she sees me getting done.
I have no choice of saying no, or else, no one knows have an idea of what she could do to me. Actually, I doubt if she also knows herself and what she wants.
This particular clothes that she had made me re-wash were the same that I had washed yesterday. She claimed that somet
