Punished For Being Alive

Rea Mariyah's lower lip bled as her face contorted while staring at the young girl clad in a servant's clothing. Her thought wafted to her poor son who had lost his future because of one fateful bad luck then she compared it to the wretched girl she was watching. The more she thought about how her son got the rotten end while the wench, Theta, survived with only a head injury, the matriarch gritted her teeth so bad that the servants around her could practically hear a gnashing sound from her.

'Why? Why does it have to be my son and not that useless wench instead?' Madam Rea Mariyah lamented at the back of her mind, her falcon-like eyes followed the wretched girl as the latter helped the servants clean Chehin's beddings.