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ANGELA AJAX I am down on my knees cleaning, my grandmother’s house. I am now by the kitchen, making my way out so that the house can be left to dry out as the floor is still wet. As I am busy, Getty walks in with her dusty shoes making muddy footsteps around the kitchen. I want to shout and cry simultaneously, but she wouldn’t care anyway. The very same way she does not care about me. Now I have to go all the way back and clean again. Sigh. All she knows is to make food for her boyfriends; food that she has no idea how much they cost. With the little money that I earned at the palace, I was able to buy us food that would last us until the next month but, my mother makes it impossible these days. It’s been one week with me being unfairly fired from work and my boyfriend not talking to m
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