It was Friday March 16, 1781, when they came to recruit my slave father, Abraham, to fight in the American Revolutionary War. He wasn’t my actual father, he was a family slave, but I loved him like he was. Both of my parents died from a disease when I was of a young age, so I don’t remember them. He was like family to us, so they said he was the only one who could take care of my younger siblings and I. On that fateful day, the British troops came to City Point and offered all of the slaves freedom if they fought for England.