Mom and Pops didn’t treat us as slaves when we were building the Big House, they treated us as co-workers, worthy of respect and praise. And when the job was finished and we got to move in, all of us who were old enough to walk, talk, and at the very least hold a paintbrush, could point to parts of our home and say, “I did that.” It gave us a sense of purpose and created within us an even deeper bond that held us together.
But they should have treated you like children
