You walk into your living room/kitchen and you see Jane sitting on the ground with something you can't make out in her hands. You can faintly hear her say "why can't I have one" between sobs. You slowly approach and put a hand on her shoulder. "hey, what's wrong?" you ask. "n-nothing" Jane mumbles, placing what you now see is a framed picture face down on the ground. "Jane, you can talk about it" you tell her. she sobs and holds on to you.
"I, I-I'm so confused, master, I'm scared honestly" she stammers. "why?" you ask. "I-were you honest sir, am I not a **** anymore?" she asks. "yes Jane, you're my friend, or so I hope." you tell her. "so, it's not because I failed at serving you?" she asks. "Jane, you're the best servant I could wish for, but it's not right, you shouldn't feel like you're a ****" you explain. "but being your **** is right, I'm just a ****, I don't deserve your friendship" Jane says.
"bullshit" you respond slightly annoyed "you're sweet, clever, kind... You deserve friendship and much more" you tell her. "and what's the price of not being a ****? Are you going to make me leave? Or pay for my freedom in some other way?" she asks with tears in her eyes. "there is no price, you can stay here, I'm gonna take care of you" you tell her
"but there's something else, something about that picture, or am I wrong" you ask Jane "you're not" Jane says before going into another burst of tears. You reach over and turn the frame. It's a family photo of you, your sister and your parents all smiling at the camera. You are suddenly hit by a realization. "you hug Jane, is it that you wish you had a family?" you ask her
Jane nods "I know it's stupid, my parents sold me after all, but I just can't stop wondering about what my life might have been like with a family instead of a master. Can I tell you a secret?" Jane asks "sure" you say "promise not to get mad" she begs. "I promise" you say
"okay, sometimes I fantasize about having an older brother or sister. And I fantasize about them taking me away from my life as a **** and take me to a loving family. Or I fantasize about waking up and all of this just being a bad dream, and a parent hugs me until I stop crying" Jane explains as if she was admitting to ****.
"that's okay Jane, I get it, honestly" you say.
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