Every cough, every breath, everything is a struggle. My eyes pool with tears but I will not let them fall as I set the book down on the table next to the chaise. All of my affairs are in order. Matthew will have all the money he could ever want or need. He admittedly has to choose a guardian when I am gone. But I refuse for him to be alone on the streets when I leave. I take the cane that I set beside me and put all of my weight on it as I push myself to my feet.
The room spins. I am falling, the floor coming ever closer. Then darkness. I will find the light. I must tell Daniel that I love him before I go.
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Heritage
Historical FictionThis book follows an African American boy as he wonders over into the white community something not usually done. Considering that during the year 1830's New York was severely divided into pocket communities helping keep the oppressed oppressed, sin...
