WOW, I nearly miss this beautiful heartwrenching story. You remind me of my dad's story. How he used to work for some big shots. He used to be a horse ride for his kids on his back. How his kids used to whip him when he wouldn't be able to walk faster while they were riding on his back.How, my uncle beat the crap out of my dad to flee when they were in Nautanwa to carry goods for this person. How, my uncle was punished for letting his brother flee from being hali to his family? It just brought back all the memoirs told by my dad to me.