{"id":1407,"date":"2017-06-27T09:31:16","date_gmt":"2017-06-27T09:31:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/asiajournalist.com\/?p=1407"},"modified":"2017-06-27T09:37:26","modified_gmt":"2017-06-27T09:37:26","slug":"my-familys-slave","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/asiajournalist.com\/?p=1407","title":{"rendered":"My Family\u2019s Slave"},"content":{"rendered":"

She lived with us for 56 years. She raised me and my siblings without pay. I was 11, a typical American kid, before I realized who she was.<\/span><\/p>\n

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She ashes filled<\/span>\u00a0a black plastic box about the size of a toaster. It weighed three and a half pounds. I put it in a canvas tote bag and packed it in my suitcase this past July for the transpacific flight to Manila. From there I would travel by car to a rural village. When I arrived, I would hand over all that was left of the woman who had spent 56 years as a slave in my family\u2019s household.<\/span><\/p>\n