My day begun with my master yelling at me to get up, to work. At first I hesitated but I knew that if I didn't get up he would beat me. I started my day already dressed for work, after all I only had one thing to wear. I walked out into the fields to begin my work. It was a sunny, hot midsummer day. I needed to pick all the olives in the first grove by the end of the day. By twelve I was dying of thirst and heat, just like every day. My master came out, I was hoping for water but I had no such luck. He came to yell at me to stop lazing around. I begged him for water and he got made and punched me in the face. I was disposable, he had 24 slaves, a massive land owner. The sun was still beating down on me, still on the ground he kicked me in the belly then hoisted me up. I saw him go back into his mansion and continued my work. If I didn't he would surely beat me to near death tonight. By 6 o'clock the sun was still in the sky but going down. I had barely finished my work when he came out again. He left a small bowl of water by the door to the slave house and a small loaf of bread. I quickly ran to get some.This was the end of my day, the end of a day in the life of a slave.
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