I took a job as a maid for a wealthy family, expecting long hours and sore hands, but not secrets. One afternoon, while cleaning my employer’s study, I found a faded photograph of me and my mom hidden between the books. And that single discovery changed everything I thought I knew.
I always knew nothing in life came easy.
Since I was a child, I’d dreamed of becoming a doctor, of saving lives the way no one could save my mom’s.
I studied day and night, chasing that dream until my hands shook from coffee and lack of sleep.
When I applied for a scholarship to one of the best medical universities in the country and got rejected, I thought it was over.
But two days later, I got a call saying a spot had opened up. That was the first and only time I truly got lucky.
I promised myself I’d never waste the chance.
Still, luck didn’t pay the bills. I had no one left to rely on but myself, so I looked for a job that would cover food and rent.
When I saw an ad for a live-in maid position with flexible hours, I took it immediately.
The day I arrived, I froze at the sight of the house.
