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The memories are still so vivid in my mind. I was just a young girl when I first began working as a maid for the wealthy family that lives on the top floor of this high-rise building. At the time, it seemed like the most prestigious job a person could have, but looking back now, I can see how suffocating it was to be trapped in such a rigid and strict environment.
I remember the countless hours I spent scrubbing floors, dusting shelves, and ironing clothes until my hands were numb. But what really takes me back is the feeling of being completely invisible. Like I was nothing more than an accessory to the family's daily lives. They barely even acknowledged my presence unless it was to give me a task or tell me something to do.
But despite all this, there are moments that I cherish deeply. The quiet moments when no one else is around and I can just be myself. When I'm alone in the kitchen, sipping tea while watching the sun set through the window, it feels like everything else fades away. Those are the moments when I feel truly alive.
