PatrishaG

••••••••••SNEAK PEEK••••••••••• 
          	•••••••Growing UP dead ••••••• 
          	•••••••••••Chapter 4••••••••••••••
          	•••••••clouded hand & him•••
          	
          	EXCERPT: 
          	
          	‘I’m no longer in the car with my brother looking at this tragic historical mural, but instead, I was staring into the eyes of sad and disheveled 8-year old African American boy. He dates from the mid-1800s, and even though he’s smiling through his suffering, I can tell something is off. This poor boy has on the saddest pair of denim overalls that are 2-sizes too small, threadbare, and barely covering his frail body. Such a pitiful sight, as my body eagerly soaks up his anguish and fright. It’s hard holding back my tears as he takes me through his sad and short life. 
          	
          	He’s still trying to cross the river to freedom and get back to his family, going through the throws of drowning and dying, again and again. All for naught. This little one has more grit, strength, and determination enough for eleven men, but he doesn’t understand that he’s dead. It is such a sad scene.’ 
          	
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          	ENJOY,
          	with much love, Trish 
          	
          	
          	Also available on Inkitt, Medium, Reddit and coming in 2020, Amazon, Kindle and at selected Barnes and Noble.

PatrishaG

••••••••••SNEAK PEEK••••••••••• 
          •••••••Growing UP dead ••••••• 
          •••••••••••Chapter 4••••••••••••••
          •••••••clouded hand & him•••
          
          EXCERPT: 
          
          ‘I’m no longer in the car with my brother looking at this tragic historical mural, but instead, I was staring into the eyes of sad and disheveled 8-year old African American boy. He dates from the mid-1800s, and even though he’s smiling through his suffering, I can tell something is off. This poor boy has on the saddest pair of denim overalls that are 2-sizes too small, threadbare, and barely covering his frail body. Such a pitiful sight, as my body eagerly soaks up his anguish and fright. It’s hard holding back my tears as he takes me through his sad and short life. 
          
          He’s still trying to cross the river to freedom and get back to his family, going through the throws of drowning and dying, again and again. All for naught. This little one has more grit, strength, and determination enough for eleven men, but he doesn’t understand that he’s dead. It is such a sad scene.’ 
          
          FOR MORE, please visit WATTPAD                      https://my.w.tt/6HGwXxdGy2
          
          ENJOY,
          with much love, Trish 
          
          
          Also available on Inkitt, Medium, Reddit and coming in 2020, Amazon, Kindle and at selected Barnes and Noble.