"Hey, there! Y'all okay?"
An old man with curly hair, the type black men have, gave it off. I was happy to know, he was my kind. He helped me off the carriage.
"It's only me here! My mother sent me to study here for a while."
"I'm sorry kid, but black children ain't allowed to go to school here in the South. Especially, girls."
"Why not?" I asked feeling dazed about the fact that I would have to go all the way back home to Canada.
"How 'bout you stay at my house for awhile. Eh?" he asked reading my mind.
"No, thanks,"I said,"I'd better be getting back home."
"Are you sure, young lassie? 'Tis better to get some rest or you may get sick. It's a long way home ya know. While you're here how 'bout you send a letter to your mama saying you're coming home because black children ain't gonna get to to go to school 'round here."
"Fine." I said, feeling confident about his idea....
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