CULTURE
Exhaustion gnawed me after battling my inner wars for several days. The trauma, the fear and the frustration had left me insomniac. I fell asleep as soon as I landed on my bed. If my body hadn't given up then I would most likely keep on overthinking all through the night. It had become a part of me now. The more I thought, the more...I could feel my body shutting up. I had no more energy to continue the discussion with my mind. I had to stop so that I could continue the unfinished business later.
As soon as my senses started working in the morning, my train of thoughts was set on its trial. If only had I gotten the courage to talk to my mother about the slavery contract. "Things could have been so different." I sighed as I thought not finding relief. I was so silly that I though
