I could feel my baby brother’s hunger through the carrier on my back. My aunt had one rule: if I complained, he didn’t eat. So I kept scrubbing the floor and tried not to make a sound. When I finally heard my father's key in the door, the person I'd been waiting for, my first feeling wasn't hope. It was pure terror. In her own home, eight-year-old Chloe White had become a servant. She knelt on the cold floor, her small body trembling as she balanced her infant brother on her back, scrubbing at s

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