I used to make her laugh. Now she is trying to do the same for me. When I ask him when I can go home, he always says, “One day.” But that day never comes. I am so tired of his lies. I used to like to go downstairs to do the laundry or the dishes just to get out of this room. Now when he makes me go down to clean, I only want to go back to bed. I don’t want to be around people. When he sends me back upstairs and locks me inside this closet, I feel relieved. Finally, I think, I can lie down.
