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~RP~

Hard, hot sun beat down on Kierstyn's face, his cheeks beet red from the exertion that he was enduring. He had been sent to pick strawberries out of the rows in the fields. The green foliage had been all that had been surronding his eyes all day and now he could see nothing else. He could think nothing else. Was this what it was like to become a slave? Someone he did not even recongize anymore. It felt, consuming. Like it was eating him whole. He had just been here a couple hours and the heat was already getting to him. After two more rows, the he would be done. Done for now, done forever? No, he had to keep his mother a float. She was already drowning in the pain that she has to endure for her disease, but he can at least help pay for a decent doctor with the money he was raising. That's all he wanted. To help his mother. To keep his family together after his father sabotaged it. Just thinking about it made Kierstyn gain motivation. He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning unnaturally white. He then proceeded to move along the rows, weaved basket in hand, picking with delicate and time worn patience each strawberry, careful not to lose any of the precious seeds out of the fruit. Slowly, time ticked away as he was doing this exercise, his skin becoming more and more warm, feeling as if it was peeling right off of his skin, his muscles would show through any minute now. That was the only thought that was running through his head. That, and the thought of money that he needed to raise for his mother.