I am the daughter to a hero, and a sister to three. My name is Fabiola Louverture.
Aren't you glad that we can live freely now?
Of course I am, but I still don't understand why this had to happen in the first place.
I was born in Haiti in the early 1780's. This was the time that the French had all control of Haiti. Living in Haiti as never been great, but I make the best of what I have.
Dad, why do people call you an Affranchi?
Fabiola, it's just the demeaning term they use for freed slaves. Don't worry about it. Now go and play with your brothers.
This was my family and our home before the revolution occurred. I was the daughter of Toussaint Louverture and Suzanne Simone Baptiste Louverture. I also have three brothers by the names of Saint-jean, Isaac, and Placide.
But why are there people working in our field? DAD, who are these people?
You should not be out here, go home right now!
My family will never be the same as we were before the revolution. Even though our lives are better now, it's still not perfect. At least we can be freely happy now that the French are gone.
I am one of your father's slaves. I am not supposed to talk to you.
I promise I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to know more about what's happening.
When I was young, I never understood what was happening to us. I always thought that the French were good people, but by then I could start to see through the lies I was always told.
At this point I felt like my father was still trying to hide things from me. I didn't want to be the young left out girl anymore, so I made a plan to talk to the slaves my dad owned.
This was the first night that I snuck out of the house while all of my family was sleeping. I just wanted to talk to the slave that looked to be around my age, I felt bad for her. I wanted to help.