It was time for the field hands to be sold. The slave trader had arrived and the slaves were scared of being ripped away from their mammies. Julily watched, in pain, a little girl being sent into the wagon to be brought to the next plantation.
As Julily had feared the most, she was chosen. Tears rolled down her eyes. She hoped in the wagon and looked for Mammy, hoping to say goodbye for the last time. She couldn't see here. Anywhere.
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