Dried up raise in the sun

Epilogue

The way my father treated those slaves is horrible. Yes, it is what happens and I can tell you now, that many people are doing the same thing but it's not right.  Regardless of what your personal believes are, nobody should be treated that way. My mom, was one of the people that helped the slaves that was beaten to badly to work. She was nicer than my father yet she wasn't a saint either. She died a year ago and now it's just me and my father.  After she died he really treated them badly. I would cry for them. I've made friends with some of them and they're not bad people at all. I made up in my mind that I need to help them fight back.  I could help them read and write and learn what I learn. While I'm at school in the morning, learn from school and sneak out and teach them in the evening while my father is sleep. He will be mad and possibly kill me if he finds me if he finds out but that's a risk I'm willing to take. My mom, with all her faults, would have tried  and I must do so as well.

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Monday:

I woke up for school and the my friend, Samuel, who is unfortunate a slave boy got my clothes ready and I hugged him everyday to let him know he's loved.  He looked confused and worried that he did something wrong and out of habit he would often wait to be hit but all I could do was hug him longer. After about five minutes, he out his hands, shaking out of fear, hugged me back. I felt tears fall from his face and the look of worry that he would die living like this. That when I knew what I was going to do was the right thing.

Monday afternoon:

After school, Samuel, once again got my farm clothes ready. This day he felt something was different. His English was very broken but that's because he wasn't tauht how to speak properly. He surly tried and that, for now, was good enough. I hugged him and gave him a friendly kiss. His eyes watered again and he hugged me harder than he did before. Like magic, everything went silent and for the first time I had a friend that didn't look like me.  We hugged in the middle of my room and soon after my father could be heard in the distance and that was the end of moment. That innocent moment.

Monday Night:

Samuel and his family lived in a shed just off the northern part of the house.  After all what they been through, they still had hope. As a young white boy living in the South, felt worthless and that made me want to change. Before father came home to come and get me to head to the farm, I slipped a note to Samuel, "Father goes to bed at Ten at night and I'll teach you how to read properly" he looked looked at the paper confused and grabbed his hand giving him hope that soon and someday he will learn how to speak and read. His family will finally have a way to fight back.

After father went to sleep I got my coat on and went out the window. It was a cold evening and foggy but that wouldn't stop me. I walked down to where my friend lived and seen a small fire to keep the bugs away. I walk up, consciously, because  of fear. What they could do to me was worse than anything father could do. He was scared of them and he openly talked about how much they scared him. He was a hero at one point in time but now he's just a coward.