I roam the streets in town, trying to fight the urge to run back to the house and help with the machine. I halt, remembering this moment in my life. The Martins–– the people I served for five or more years–– are walking down the sidewalk. I quickly sprint into an alley, hoping that they didn't see me. That was the moment in my life when they hired me to be a servant. They didn't even ask me if I wanted to. Staying silent and hiding behind a dumpster, I watch them walk past.