This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of the Human Archive Project

I am thankful to God that I now work with a good family. I previously worked as a caregiver to an elderly lady. At first I thought I was blessed, I was working with a christian family. He is a Pastor. I loved my work even though it was tiring and I did not have my own room. I was disappointed that they treated us as a slave. We cannot eat their food even grapes it seems they are counting. They gave us rotten fruit. After the husband started to touch me inappropriately I looked for another family.