The cover story in this month's Atlantic, "My Family's Slave," raises so many interesting questions. Over time, Lola becomes very much like a family member, but not quite, as the family doesn't bother to meet her basic needs. The story made me wonder how we would react if Lola actually were the author's grandmother. Would her endless labor to support the family be more acceptable and admirable, or would we just think she was a grandma-slave? What difference do family relations make?