Soraya's POVI dragged the broom across the stone path, the dry leaves making a rattle noise as they piled to the side. Irene bent down beside me, gathering them into a basket.“Wow, you’re really good at this, Miss.” She said, surprised.We were busy sweeping the garden and getting rid of the fallen and withered leaves.I gave her a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We did this a lot back at the orphanage. This is nothing compared to the kind of work we did there.”Chantelle paused, her broom resting against her shoulder. “Orphanage? You grew up in one?”I nodded. “Yes. I grew up in an orphanage. But…” I hesitated, “…later, I forcefully ended up at the brothel.”Their eyes widened, but I continued. “At the orphanage, we worked every day. Woke up at five a.m. to cook, to clean, to take care of everything. And when I turned nineteen, not so long ago, the woman who ran it didn’t want to keep us anymore. She loaded some of us into a van, and before we knew it… we were
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