The Runaway Slave.

her hair in frustration, feeling utterly exhausted by fate, with the present life. The image of the dark past returned t

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s. The woman was lying on a medium-sized bed with a yellowis

t, mom?" Daisy

atic, not clear. Her face was pale and slightly sweaty, her hair looke

come closer to mommy," she sa

arms, and hugged her. She looked at her mother worr

and," Deve

ngers with her mother's, still looki

imed with her breath already feeling increasingly tight. "You have to promise to love yourself more than loving a man who doesn

ay but her hands started to tremble, and kee

lowly, closing her eyes and sobbing. She ki

Don't trust men easily," Deven whispered in tears, in breaths that were starting to feel tighter. "You have to fight against

hispered with a shaky voice, l

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h from her mother, even her mother's hand was not holding her hand tightly anymore. She lift

eek, trying to wake her up but to no avail. Her mother

. Mommy,

er ear to her chest as if she wanted to hear her heartbeat. The little girl also put

mother was dead, was not breathing and her heart was no long

ow she would continue her life in a world full of cruelty and falsehood without her mother again. She let go

," Daisy whispered in tears, then lay back down using her mother's arms as a pillow, then hugged her tightly. The girl looked at her

poor little girl kept praying for God to wake her mother again because right now the on

ext d

er. The little girl sat up and looked at her mother's face which was getting paler,

?" Daisy asked in unbearable tears. She didn't know what to do because, in that simple house that only had one room and was far from the neighbors, s

knock..

r tears and crawled out of bed. The poor girl walked out of the r

ec

other?" asked a woman who l

," replied Daisy, looking up at the woman who was wea

only room in the simple house. Daisy also followed the

ven

even's body which was already stiff, staring at her very pale

her like this?" She asked, turning

thought she would wake up after I hug her all night, b

isy and hugged her, trying to calm her down. After that, she

th her mother's funeral procession. She sat on the edge of the bed, lett

said a man, handing her a black an

head again while crying, occasionally glancing at her mother who was

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returned home with the woman who had been with her for a long

et her needs, take care of her....she's still too young to live alo

erning...I'm just a washerwoman and I take care of my tw

n I," said

I'm quite close to her mother," said

will gain wisdom for taking care of an or

sitting on a chair. She crouched down in front

me..we leave this house and I promise

ill thinking about her mother, who was st

bout how to call me. I'm Nicole, you can call me mom becau

no one could replace her mother even thou

..You have to prove to your late mother that you can be a good girl and grow up and

ave a house there and I also have some children there. You can be their friend and you won't feel lonely an

membered that she promised to follow everything her mother said. The little girl forced

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