MY BAD MEMORIES IN THE SLAVE DAYS.

My name is Alexandra I am 21 years old.I have a a beatifull mother of age of 42.We live in Pennsylvania and I never met my father lord I miss him.
Sometimes I just want to cry ,sometimes I tell my self why why me.I just want to forget my slave days back in 1775.I still remember that day.When my mother was making dinner for our master Jackson.Master Jackson was a white guy that did not had nobody he only had my mother and me.Well Master Jackson always drunk he came to the house.But one da that day my mother was cooking,he came and through the pan into her .He told my mother "dont ever cook with out my permision."Thats when he took her to the old porch of his.I ran to see what he would do to my mother .Then I see two other drunk guys to taking my mothers cloths off.I was so scare i did no what was happening.So i took this knife out of the kitchen and whent to that porch.I told all of them "live my mom alone."They all look at me .One of the guys told me to shut up and took out a gun.Then he pulled me to the floor i felt his nasty hands over me.I was screaming,kicking,pushing trying to get out.The only thing I heard was my mother sreaming,"live my daughter alone"Finally they left us at that porch me and my mother had bruses and cuts every where.Since that day i havent heard of my master he left and never came back.My mother and I whent to Illinois because we found out my dad was there.So we actually found him he told us that almost all his life he been trying to find my mother.He new she was going to have a baby.Thats the reason why he escape from his master.Now we have a good life now mother is expecting a new baby from my dad michael.This time he promise he would be with us for the rest of our lifes.