roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I grew up in the city, where the sun shone bright and warm most days of the year. I never had much interest in the outdoors or physical labor, but life took a dramatic turn when I was arrested for a crime I didn't commit.
Now, I find myself standing here, surrounded by dusty fields and harsh sunlight, forced to pick crops as punishment. My skin is worn from the relentless sun and my body is battered from long hours of hard work.
I often think back on my life before prison and wonder what it would have been like if things had turned out differently. Would I be working some mundane office job instead of sweating in this field? Would I have found love and happiness with someone? These thoughts consume me sometimes, but I push them away, reminding myself that I'm strong and capable.
I glance up to see the overseer approaching, a man with a cruel glint in his eye. He's always watching, waiting for us to make one wrong move so he can take pleasure in punishing us. But I won't give him the satisfaction. I'll keep my head down and focus on getting through each day.
The sun beats down on me relentlessly as I bend over, my bare back exposed to its fiery wrath. Sweat drips from my brow and down my spine as I work tirelessly to meet our quota for the day.
As I labor away in the field, I can't help but think about all the things that could have been if only fate had treated
