And more of her past

“Had he ever visited you at your aunt and uncle’s?” Margaret wipes her hands and sits back down next to her, picking up a tart. “Don’t just hold that. Take a bite. Tell me what you think about it.” She grins and start eating her own. The girl does as she’s told. “He did a few times, but he was getting to a point where he needed to be wed, and once he found a woman, he… he stopped coming to see me,”

Madam Smith nods, lost in thought. “I see… and were you treated well there? I mean.. I cannot comprehend how parents, even surrogate ones, could sell their child into slavery.” She angrily shakes her head.

“The only time I was allowed out of the house was when my brother came to visit, they fed me thin soup and stale bread. And the only time I… rebelled against them, they sold me into slavery.” She takes another bite of the tart, letting the savour fill her mouth, tickling her taste buds.

The chubby women let out a tired sigh,then placed her hand on your arm. “Well, those days are behind us now. You’ll love it here, and, as long as you obey the rules, nothing bad will ever happen.”