But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was I could not remain ignorant of their import.
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
When you're a mom and you have three children nothing bothers you. Trust me. Who cares what people say? I've got other things to deal with.
