ick, which is why he owns us. We
             work from dawn until dusk in the hot fields, hoeing, planting, and
             harvesting, while the master sits on his porch in the shade, drinking
             something they call lemonade, and being fanned by one of the slaves that
             works in the house. That is what they call us here, "slaves," because the
             master owns us. We work day and night, and in return, we are given food to
             eat and a begrudging roof over our heads to keep out the rain and sun.
             It is a hard life here mama, and sometimes I wonder why I was chosen
             to come here. I miss you all very much, but I try not to think about it
             too much when I am working in the fields. The master has taken a liking to
             me, and sometimes, he takes me with him into town to help him bring back
             supplies and things for the plantation. There are certainly wonderful
             things to see in the town. We ride there in a big box on round things that
             turn. They call them "wheels," and the wheels make us go very fast. We
             can cover great distances, because big animals called "horses" pull the
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