A friend wrote this for me.
Your story remindes of a women with chains around her neck.
Heavy chains that weighed her down and curved her back till she was bent forward in a bowing postion.
So low that her eyes never saw the sky. All she saw was her feet and the dirt they tracked in. Her reflection only occasionally glimped in the pools of spilt juice and water.
Yet still she refused to shurk her duty.
And daily she went through the motions. Somedays it was all she could do to b