This rich woman hires a maid without knowing that she is her own daughter, abandoned since birth. It was early in the morning in Pierre Claire’s big house, where the sun struck the windows as if to wake secrets long buried. Maman Abé, the housekeeper, walked briskly, adjusting the curtains, shouting at the young gardener who had once again forgotten to trim the hibiscus.
That day, a taxi stopped in front of the large gate. A young woman got out, holding a small bag in her hand. Her name was Awa. She had come from far away, from a dusty village by the river where people still washed in the river and where children ran barefoot through the fields. She had not dreamed of working as a maid, but life sometimes drives the feet where the heart does not want to go.
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