After Daddy's passing, Mama struggled to make ends meet. The debts he left behind were crippling, and she had no choice but to make a heart-wrenching decision: sell me to pay off the debts.

I knew that why Mama was taking away from my Daddy's funeral, but she held my hand tight as we walked through the crowded room filled with people mourning Daddy's passing.

As we stood there, a man approached us. Mama's grip on my hand tightened, and she whispered, "That's your Uncle. Be careful, baby. He's a bad man.

The man's piercing gaze locked onto mine, and he smiled. It sent shivers down my spine. He reached out and took my hand from Mama's, his grasp firm.

"This one belongs to me,he declared, his voice low and commanding.