This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of the Human Archive Project
He told me, go back to your country. He doesn’t want to see me. Later he brings a knife, he says to me he wants to die, you kill me, I kill you, death is good. I talked very softly to the old man. Please give me this knife. I took it but he was angry. I was so scared. Eventually I called for police. But police keep my passport and work permit, telling me to go back to Myanmar or go back to my agency. There is so much sadness in my heart. How do I support my daddy? Many months I have worked as a maid, but the agency cut all my pay. I cannot afford to go back.