Chapter 46: Once a Slave

“My mother was a slave,” Diana revealed, pausing as she waited for some reactions.

“No!” Elise said in a whisper.

“Really! Back in Mexico, she used to come home everyday with a bruise or a wound in different parts of her body. Originally, my grandmother was the slave of a rich family back there.”

Elise could see what she was talking about as her friend relayed her real-life story. It was the first time she read the soul of her Hispanic friend.

“My father could not do anything about it,” she continued. “It was because my grandmother owed a lot to that rich family a long time ago. Of what, we did not even have a clue. So, when my grandma died, my mother was taken as a slave in lieu of her. She was already married, you could imagine. She had me then.

“I was already nine or ten and was studying at a local school. Everyday, I looked at her face with bruises and wounds. It was very traumatic for