I had the weirdest dream the other night. I went to the Grammys with Beyoncé and Jay-Z.

It wasn’t the music awards show we’re used to seeing on TV. This program had a special category for “the help.” I was up for the “best maid” award, and the famous Carters were my employers.

About the writer: Dahleen Glanton is a columnist for the Chicago Tribune. Distributed by the Tribune Content Agency LLC.

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