Chapter I, Hannah is older.
I can clearly remember being at the dinner table with my siblings along with my mother and father. Laughing at the stories our mother told us, them being all baby stories. She went on and on about how young and cute we were and the little things we used to do. Like, hug her every time we got the chance to. Our father chimes in and tell us what he did when we said our first words, he lost his mind.
Ah, yes, sitting in my rocking chair listening to "Baby love by the Supreme" on my record player. A single tear falls from my eye while they are closed, humming to the tune and rhythm of the song while rocking in my rocking chair.
"Hmm," I softly hum. I begin to doze off and go back to having memories of my childhood again.
Mama and I are in the kitchen, we don't have much money, so we use whatever we could find. With daddy going out in the fields and picking.
sorry but im tired😭
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The Bee's And The Peacocks
Historical FictionIn the 1940s, the Louis family is in New Orleans, Louisiana. Focusing on their life and what they go through while reading from each point of view. Looking at their culture, their traditions, and their love for one another you'd be heart warmed. The...
