Setting the scene…
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Escaping hell
She is left alone with her grandmother, she turns into a maid in her mother ho
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Previously
…The chill of the floor seeped through my thin nightgown as I padded to the kitchen, the worn linoleum cold beneath my bare feet. The first task was always to light the stove, coaxing reluctant flames to life in the old cast-iron beast. Then, the gruel. Gran’s gruel, a pale, watery concoction that was more about sustenance than enjoyment. I stirred it slowly, watching the thin oats swell and soften, the smell of it a constant, bland presence in my life. Carrying the bowl to her room was an exercise in careful navigation. The floorboards creaked under my weight, each protest a tiny betrayal of the quiet I was trying to maintain. Gran