Sandra: Helping

I am of to help Jemmie. I do this often. Anything to make her load of work easier for her to bear. I will help her to pick cotton today.

I put on my big strw hat. And some big skirts. I leave my room at dawn, and she is already leaving. I follow her and tap her shoulder. She jumps and places her hand over her heart. When she sees that it is me, she smiles and turns to walk again.

I have an idea of how to help her even more. I don't know how she will react, but I will ask heer before we leave at noon.

As the sun appears above the horizen, we reach the feilds. Rolling every direction is waves of foamy white. We begin imediately. I watch out of the corner of my eye. The sun rises at its own pace, with no regard for the laborers that wait anxiously for it to reach its peak.

As I pick the balls, I must watch for stickers. They cause a mighty hurt when they grab your skin. When I have done half of Jemmies work, I have three baskets of cotton for carting. We are done first, since we each only had to do half.

I duck under the stalks. When I come back up, I am dressed in proper clothes for a slave owners daughter. She grab the cotton and we leave. None of the overseers stop us after they figure out who I am. They don't want me to tell daddy on them. I have gotten a few of them fired and they don't want to follow.

"Jemmie, I want to help. I know I shouldn't care about you, but I do. You're my best friend. I have an idea of how to help. Would you like to come into my house and be my personal servant. You would get more food and a mattress and even some money."

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