It's a topic that I rarely don't talk about or don't want to talk about. The thing is, when I was little and I was a happy girl who spend her life my full of joy, suddenly my father passed away.I was just in my college days, so I didn't know much about the world. I was older and had two sisters we didn't had any source of income that's why we all were worried because my father was also the one who support the entire family. This strange reality came over us, we didn't know what to do or not to do because my education was less, so I tried to interview everyday, due to this season i could finish my studies and every other day i rejected. Then one of my sister friend told her about steemit so we both should start working so that we can provide food for my family. Due to Steemit it will make our home system work very well. So when we started working, we didn't do that much because you know very well that users don't can't earn well and that time the market was very low we nor enough money to pay rent or other home necessarily, so I took help from my own aunt (mom's sister). When I took help from them, I saw how they began to degrade us until they began to treat us like their slaves, and I still feel pain when I remembered.

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With this, she started hating us and she make sure that we wore the same clothes that their children gave us, we couldn't even wear our own clothes. They treat us really bad just because she helped ,In this, my mother was also very worried and I saw that my sisters and I had started to go into depression. There was a fear in our hearts that what mistake will be made by us now, due to which we are pressured. but then slowly this thing settled after few years, we were scared all the time but then we started working again on steemit so that we can earn money again and thank god the market is quite well. and we told our aunt that thank you for your help and we don't need any help from you anymore, please forgive us for all our mistakes, but since then she is always trying to get our life back in her hands. But because of Steemit, we have become responsible for ourselves, so we are quite happy now but still burst into tears when we talk about our dark past.

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