My name is Grace. I’m from Narok. Life was hard after my father died. My mother, broken by pain and poverty. She tried her best but ended up working in bars, drinking away her sorrow. Most nights, we slept hungry. This pushed Grace into depression, and she admitted to having suicidal thoughts multiple times.
I wanted better for my younger siblings, that’s why I became a housemaid at 17.
The woman I worked for was kind. But her husband? I always felt something strange in the way he. Tap here instantly to dive into the full story—every detail matters!
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