A poor African girl is sent to America all by herself to get a better life. Shipped to an all white foster home wasn't a good plan because no rich white family wants a poor African. After being in the home for 13 years, she moved out and ventured he...
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"Aidez votre mère à les ramasser les mauvaises herbes!(help your mama pick them weeds)", my papa called out to me. "Oui monsieur", (yes sir) I said back as I dropped my dolls onto the dirty ground I slept on at night. I grabbed my sandals and slipped them on. Running out to the yard I saw my mama sweating up a storm with my baby brother clinging onto her breast.
"Miel de sira. (Sira honey)", she turned around while wiping off her sweaty forehead. "Oui", I grabbed the heavy basket full of weeds and fruits. " J'ai obtenu que vous prenez Muhammad.", (I have you take Muhammad), she stated taking the basket out my hands. I shrugged and took Muhammad my baby brother.
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As we began walking back in the house I saw my clothes in a bag and daddy standing right next to them. He was crying, I frowned, confused of what was happening.
"It's time already.", mama whispered, at that age I never learned English so I didn't know what she was saying. "Yes they almos' hea", daddy spoke in the foreign language as well.
Mama cried, seeing my parents cry made me cry as well. I tried to go inside the house but papa blocked the door. "Right there!", two uncolored men called pointing at me. I saw people lighter than me, but I never saw people so pale. Once they grabbed me and threw in the truck, I knew I would never return back home.
