Already a Slave Owner

The small child looked toward the non-stopping waves of the ocean. His mother by his side wiling to help him with anything and save him from danger. She was his guard. She would help him with anything he needed. She was his slave. The child had not thought about the fact, that he was already a slave owner the instant he was born. His attention was stolen by the rolling blue waves. His thoughts were dedicated toward the gentle crashing of water by his feet. He didn’t care for what his mother said, he just ordered and got anything he wanted. His name was Billy, and he was already a slave owner at the age of three.