Keya Patel LANGUAGE ARTS MEMOR 1

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It was a very harsh night when there was a storm at night. During the storm a little adorable baby girl was born. Looking at everyones surprised faces this girl was born. A girl who was born into slavery but was exactly like her mom. Worked all day as hard as she can but got the least food. She grew up with 2 little kids who werent as respectful as her. The girl was me Sofia jr. flora a very adorable and independent child. During my childhood I wasnt as smart as now. I wasnt able to be educated unlike o ther children who get special education while i am working very hard. I was treated like a literate all day. Even at the age of 5 i was abused and forced to work like other slave that are about 30 - 50. Life was very difficult being a slave. Especially for my mom she had to do her own work and had to take care of me. My mom was trying constantly to escape with me. Her plans would always fail but the good part is that she never got caught. There was a rule of the slave owner which was If a slave was caught doing something wrong he/she will be punished by a death. The slave owner had a daughter and a son who spied on every slave and what they were doing. They were the same age as me 5. They really were a great problem for us and the other slaves. However, my mom didnt give up trying to run out. As the kids of our owner Alyce and jefferson notice this they start making plans to get us in trouble. Plans like telling their mother and father about us and getting us abused. After looking at our intentions to work hard their hearts melted. They finally got a chance to talk to us and clear

everything out. At the end they found out why we were acting like this. The reason was the pressure and the load of work on us. We both made everything clear to them of why we were there. Our little explanation meant a lot to them. After this talk the children were our only hope to be saved. This hope was the key to freedom and both me and my mom tried our best for it. We didnt want to lose this golden chance that we had to approach our goal. Even if they tried to help us they cant talk to their parents about it because they were too young like me. Despite the fact that they were young their parents would abuse them if they ever tried to talk about this topic. If the owners abused their own children what would they do to the slaves that were not part of their family? This is why my mom was scared so much about getting caught. Both the Jacksons made a plan to escape me and my mom. The plan was At night why dont us two make you e scape while everyone is asleep. This plan was simple but dangerous. If any of us were caught then they would kill both me and my mom. Keeping his in mind we planned everything from head to toe, not missing any of the parts. We planned where everyone is going to go, what they will do, and where we will meet up at last. The Jacksons put all their mind into getting us escaped. This was very dangerous if one this goes wrong then all of us are going to be in a big trouble. We executed the plan on august 28, 1764 with great effort. The effort we have been working hard with and the strength that was changed from fear to courage. So on august 28, 1755 we started the plan and it was going smoothly and softly. Until the unwillingly happened while escaping my foot got

stuck to the hedge. While i was trying to take it out something unwillingly the slave driver wiped my leg with the vehicle. I was screaming ouch!! very loudly, I was very scared that what if he takes us with the slave owner. It looked like i had fallen through a trap door of depression. I was trying to prevent myself from getting in trouble.He actually left me like that because he noticed other slaves trying to run away. I hurt my leg so much that i got a fracture Alyce and jefferson didnt know this because we had escaped from the Jackson family. I was very frustrated when I was hurt. We did run out but we were still near the Jackson family and had to run out before anyone sees us. However, it was not a major problem because my mom gradually summoned me then pulled me out and started running again. I had to run with the fractured leg We started running as fast as fast as a jet plane.All the way because my mom was very tired so she couldnt carry me. I still remember how painful it was to run with a fractu red leg.