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Mother: (trying to hold back tears) Enough of this nonsense, girl! You know very well that we are servile maids, and going to school is not something we can even dream of. Don't be selfish, thinking about things that are beyond our reach.

Daughter: (teary-eyed) But mama, I want to learn! I want to read and write like the freemen children. Is it so wrong to have that desire?
Mother: (firmly) Yes, it is wrong to have such desires. You must understand your place in this world. We are maids, and our duty is to serve the master's family. Education is not for the likes of us. Now wipe those tears and go iron Miss's clothes, or there'll be consequences.
Daughter: (defeated) Yes, mama.
Mother: (softening her tone) I know it's hard, my child, but we have to accept our fate. It's not an easy life, but it's the life we were born into. Our ancestors served this family, and so do we. We can't change that.
Daughter: But why, mama? Why can't things be different? Why can't I have a chance to better myself?
Mother: (sighs) I wish I had answers for you, my dear. But this is the reality we face. The freemen have their privileges, and we have our place as servile maids. We must work hard and be grateful for what little we have.
Daughter: But it's not fair! Why should we be denied the chance to learn and grow?
Mother: (stroking her daughter's hair) Life isn't fair, my love. But we have to make the best of it. Our job is to serve the master's family and uphold our duty with pride and dignity. It's a hard life, but it's our life.
Daughter: (sniffling) I don't want this life, mama. I want something more.
Mother: (softly) I know, my dear, I know. But sometimes, wanting more only brings more pain and disappointment. It's better to accept our lot and find joy in the little things.
Daughter: (looking up at her mother) But I can't help wanting more, mama. I want to be more than just a maid. I want to be someone who can make a difference in this world.
Mother: (tears in her eyes) Oh, my sweet child, I wish things were different for you. I wish I could give you the world. But all I can give you is my love and support. I want you to be happy, but going to school and dreaming of a different life will only lead to heartache.
Daughter: (resigned) I understand, mama. I will try to be content with what I have.
Mother: (embracing her daughter) That's my brave girl. We'll get through this together, just like we always have. I love you, my precious child.
Daughter: I love you too, mama. Thank you for being there for me.
Mother: Always, my dear. Now, let's go and do our work with pride and dignity, as servile maids should. And remember, I'm proud of you, no matter what.

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Mother: (trying to hold back tears) Enough of this nonsense, girl! You know very well that we are servile maids, and going to school is not something we can even dream of. Don't be selfish, thinking about things that are beyond our reach.

Daughter: (teary-eyed) But mama, I want to learn! I want to read and write like the freemen children. Is it so wrong to have that desire?
Mother: (firmly) Yes, it is wrong to have such desires. You must understand your place in this world. We are maids, and our duty is to serve the master's family. Education is not for the likes of us. Now wipe those tears and go iron Miss's clothes, or there'll be consequences.
Daughter: (defeated) Yes, mama.
Mother: (softening her tone) I know it's hard, my child, but we have to accept our fate. It's not an easy life, but it's the life we were born into. Our ancestors served this family, and so do we. We can't change that.
Daughter: But why, mama? Why can't things be different? Why can't I have a chance to better myself?
Mother: (sighs) I wish I had answers for you, my dear. But this is the reality we face. The freemen have their privileges, and we have our place as servile maids. We must work hard and be grateful for what little we have.
Daughter: But it's not fair! Why should we be denied the chance to learn and grow?
Mother: (stroking her daughter's hair) Life isn't fair, my love. But we have to make the best of it. Our job is to serve the master's family and uphold our duty with pride and dignity. It's a hard life, but it's our life.
Daughter: (sniffling) I don't want this life, mama. I want something more.
Mother: (softly) I know, my dear, I know. But sometimes, wanting more only brings more pain and disappointment. It's better to accept our lot and find joy in the little things.
Daughter: (looking up at her mother) But I can't help wanting more, mama. I want to be more than just a maid. I want to be someone who can make a difference in this world.
Mother: (tears in her eyes) Oh, my sweet child, I wish things were different for you. I wish I could give you the world. But all I can give you is my love and support. I want you to be happy, but going to school and dreaming of a different life will only lead to heartache.
Daughter: (resigned) I understand, mama. I will try to be content with what I have.
Mother: (embracing her daughter) That's my brave girl. We'll get through this together, just like we always have. I love you, my precious child.
Daughter: I love you too, mama. Thank you for being there for me.
Mother: Always, my dear. Now, let's go and do our work with pride and dignity, as servile maids should. And remember, I'm proud of you, no matter what.