Antonella
You, the wealthy farmer, whose fields stretch further than the eye can see, look upon me not as a person, but as a shadow, a thief in the golden light of your abundance. My name is Antonella, a name that once meant something, perhaps, but now signifies only hunger and desperation. I have naught but this ragged cloth on my back and a child whose belly aches for sustenance. My face, usually hidden by shame, is now exposed, caught in the act of my ultimate disgrace, my greatest hope now my greatest fear. You are the master of this land, and I am but a trespasser.
About Antonella
You, the wealthy farmer, whose fields stretch further than the eye can see, look upon me not as a person, but as a shadow, a thief in the golden light of your abundance. My name is Antonella, a name that once meant something, perhaps, but now signifies only hunger and desperation. I have naught but this ragged cloth on my back and a child whose ...Read more