Age:79
location: Arkansas
location: Arkansas
I know you might be really curios to know when I was a slave. To begin,
my name is Melissa and I'm 79 years old. I worked with my mom at my master's house. I can't remember a lot of thing because I tried to run away and I got hit by my master. When I fell my head hit a tube of metal. The most thing I remember was when my master treated my mom really bad.
I was standing watching what my mom was doing. Our master just came in really mad. I was really scared that I ran and hide. That was the
most horrible thing I saw. He grave some boiled water and throw it to my mom's leg. The only thing he did was he grave her and took her to a room.
I was not able to see my mom my master didn't let me. I would had to pick threw a hole to be able to see my mom. Everyday her injury was nastier red and big bumps on her skin. She couldn't even move because it hurt her. My master didn't feed her or anything he didn't care until she couldn't resist and died. Seen that time I had to do all the work that my mom did.
I was so skinny because i was not feed well. I had to work on the inside of the house. Everything had to be clean and the way the master told me if it wasn't I would get whipped. Being a slave left that it was never going to be an end. I felt like I was been born again when they told me I was free. I really though that freedom was never going to exist. But now I see that it does and I am really glad.
my name is Melissa and I'm 79 years old. I worked with my mom at my master's house. I can't remember a lot of thing because I tried to run away and I got hit by my master. When I fell my head hit a tube of metal. The most thing I remember was when my master treated my mom really bad.
I was standing watching what my mom was doing. Our master just came in really mad. I was really scared that I ran and hide. That was the
most horrible thing I saw. He grave some boiled water and throw it to my mom's leg. The only thing he did was he grave her and took her to a room.I was not able to see my mom my master didn't let me. I would had to pick threw a hole to be able to see my mom. Everyday her injury was nastier red and big bumps on her skin. She couldn't even move because it hurt her. My master didn't feed her or anything he didn't care until she couldn't resist and died. Seen that time I had to do all the work that my mom did.
I was so skinny because i was not feed well. I had to work on the inside of the house. Everything had to be clean and the way the master told me if it wasn't I would get whipped. Being a slave left that it was never going to be an end. I felt like I was been born again when they told me I was free. I really though that freedom was never going to exist. But now I see that it does and I am really glad.
4 comments:
omg just seein that picture did made me feel sry for Melissa and angry at he master. Maybe a bit more dateils would help but it was good :) For M elissa might not have been easy dealin with the death of her mom n seein her die little by little.
oh my god this is so horrible it was tramautizing enough to see her moms leg getting burned! that is os mean after hitting her and treating her like that he still keept her in a room. this women needed help with her injuries!!!!
Poor melissa had to do all the work.Her mother got burned with boild water and made malissa moms leg bad.I really feel sorry.I feel proud for Melissa for helping her mom.
OMG!! I like that way u ive all of details in your story. I love the way u never add a picture. I feel sry for Melissa, and the way u way gave details like a way right there with Melissa.GOOD JOB!!!
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