I was born as a slave sometime in the 1800s on a plantation. I do not know the exact date as many slaves were kept from this information. I would work long hours as the sun scorched my skin. I was also forbidden to read and write.
It would be my pleasure, Fred
Miss Sophia, may you teach me how to read?
When I was 8 years old, I was sent to Baltimore to care for Tommy, who was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Auld.
The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear?
Since Mrs. Auld had never owned slaves, she was extremely nice to me. She was a dove among vultures compared to other slave masters.
One time, I saw Mrs. Auld reading. "Miss Sophia, may you teach me how to read? " I asked. "It would be my pleasure Fred," replied Ms. Auld, and I began to learn. Reading delighted me as much as candy delights a child.
One day, Mrs. Auld and I demonstrated my new skill to Mr. Auld. As I read to him, I could see his facial expression change from puzzled to furious.