The General and the Ghost Writer

Summary

When I was seven, my father stuck a piece of straw in my hair and sold me to a human trafficker.

Later, like a piece of cargo, I was resold by the trafficker to a nanny working for the Sterling family.

The nanny twisted my ear and dragged me in front of the young miss.

"This stray bone from the outside needs to be taught a lesson." I shrank back, daring not to speak.

The young miss frowned, but said nothing to her.

Instead, she started talking to me about independent personalities, women's liberation, and "Mr. Democracy and Mr. Science."

I didn't understand a word.