She felt her little legs kick and her small fists hold the chains. She loved to swing, it made her feel like a bird and God was smiling at her from heaven. That's where my papa was, my grandma says he went to sleep because God wanted him back home. My mom got upset with that saying we needed him more.
"Charlie! Its supper time, come wash your hands!" Hollered my mama.
"Yes Mama!" I ran to go wash my hands as told and went to the water pump.
"Mama! Do you want me to get the bath water now?" I yell towards the house.
"Yes dear!"
I get the bath water and go to wash my hands. I start pumping the water. The water isn't water anymore....its thick like syrup and its dark red.... it didn't feel good. It felt bad like papas graveyard.
I passed out....
