Our Master had gathered Mamma and I, quickly telling us what we had to do while our Mistress was out gathering food from the Market.
Mamma sat down in a maple-wood rocking chair slowly going back and forth. She held a white baby . He was quite adorable, if I do say so myself. Being almost seven, I've never seen a white child slave. Mamma let me hold him, too.
After putting the baby to sleep, we had to iron, make candlesticks, and we had to prepare the little amount of food for the other slaves who were not working inside. Mamma never complained, neither did I. She thought that we could always run away, but we never chose to go.
Chore after chore, day after day, weeks after weeks, year after year, we could get the entire house cleaned in two hours, instead of five. Master came up to us one day and said, "You two would make us a great profit." I slightly smiled at him, but Mamma didn't. She didn't look very happy. With father staying in the little dirty shack with cancer in his eye, Mamma didn't want to leave him, even before he leaves us.
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Finding Hope: Keeping Faith
Historical FictionA mother and daughter duo get separated in Rochester, New York in the year of 1780. The daughter is on her own at the age of twelve, and she has no idea the plantation that she is going to. Neither does her mother.
