Sometimes I look up at the sky, and wonder when the day will come when rain will hit the dry ground. The desert, nothing much but sand and dying trees yearning for a drop of water. It hasn't rained since I was born. I was told by a religious Egyptian that, "The gods of the waters are not pleased with the people that live here." I was only seven years old, so I didn't quite understand what the lady had said. I grew up in a very rich area, but lived in a small little guest house in the back of a mansion. I would watch my Mother water the plants the right amount of water for a month, so that she will not have a need to water them again until the following month. I watched her clean the bathrooms, the rooms, the kitchen, then watch her wash clothes that wasn't ours. I would watch her put the clothes up on the line outside to let the clothing dry. I watched her wash the dishes, I watched her clean so many things. She wanted me to, so I would learn.
There were days when she went into the main room of the house with the,"Owner," and she wouldn't be let out of the room for hours. She would tell me to wait in the little guest house after a long day of hard work. Sometimes I would hear loud screams coming from the mansion, which for a child it makes you curious to find out what it was. I listened. I sat in the small room of our guest house, waiting for my Mother to come back for me. Sometimes she wouldn't come back, and when she did, she would come back with tears in her eyes. I didn't understand why she had tears and marks on her body, and why she had little marks of dry blood on her maid dress, and why she walked inside of our guest house locking the door with fear and shaking hands. Which she never locked considering that we lived in a safe area. I also didn't know why she would stay in the bathroom crying with the shower on, so I wouldn't worry for her.
When I became of age to begin cleaning the house, it hit me like a brick. I knew the,"Owner", first hand, he watched every single little thing my Mother and I have ever made through the cameras. He separated my Mother and I. He would tell her where to go and clean, while I was sent to clean the hard things. I was only fourteen at the time. I cleaned the whole house carefully, I was scared of missing a spot, or making the "Owner" mad at me for doing so. I never saw him, until I was called into the main of the house, where he always was. My Mother, how much I love her, how much I missed her through out the day. It was easy for me to find out that the "Owner" would use her for his own pleasure, and it was my turn to feel the pain my Mother went through. She looked at me, "You do what he tells you to do....." she said softly in a shaky voice, wanting to cry with the fact that my virginity would be taken by a horrible man, she fixes my maid dress. "And always say Yes sir, when told to.......Now go!" I didn't have the time to react to what she said, I didn't have the time to process the things she had meant, hidden in her short speech to me.
I was standing the room alone with the Owner. An old man now. He eyed me, like as if he was undressing a banana waiting to eat it all up, but choosing to take it's time. I stood there, when a young man came in, three years older than me. He walked over to the Owner, standing next to him, he had a grin of satisfaction. I watched him carefully bite his lip as he kept looking at me. "She's all yours my son, to do as you please with her," he said to his son with a chuckle, "Her Mama, let me tell you," he had lust in his eye's as he explained to his son, " she is a tight and pleasing woman, no matter how much she says stop and please I beg you. She.....was..... Satisfying..." he smirked in pleasure as he thought of my Mother. I looked at him with anger and forgetting completely the words my Mother had said to me, " Never talk back to the Owner!" I looked at him disgusted, "HOW DARE YOU SAY THIS ABOUT MY MOTHER!! You have no respect what so ever over women in your life do you? You have not the lightest sense that no woman will ever obey or submit to you to the liking of what you wan, you creepy divorced horrible rapist!!!" I said this with so much anger. Be mindful I am very well educated by my Mother and the old freaks wife that divorced him. I knew my words and my place, but this time what I said was out of my control.
