Dear Diary,

As I entered the plantation a lady ran up to me and embraced me in a hug.

"Um who are you?" I asked. To my surprise she answered in my language; "you were so small... but a mother never forgets," she said between sobs, "I didn't expect to see you so soon." Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Mum," I whispered as I pulledher into a tight hug, burring my face in her chest. My heart was beating so fast and I couldn't speak. Tears streamed downmy face as I was dragged away from her- I didn't want to let go. I was taken tomy new home, given a bowl of foreign food and told I was a house maid.

Time Skip 2 years

Dear Diary,

"I won't do it again," I cried as I was whipped. My knees buckled and I fell face first onto the hard ground.

"Wench when will you learn your place!" He whipped me again. I felt dizzy from the blood loss, why did I have to trip and drop the master's tea. My mum was standing in the corner tears welling in her eyes – I needed to protect her, I needed to get her out of here. I pulled myself off the ground- despite the overwhelming pain- I stood up refusing to let them beat me. I had lost my chains a long while ago and now live in the attic of the house, unlike when I first got here- I lived in an old barn.  I mostly bring tea and biscuits to the master, mistress, children and guests however sometimes I play piano for them; I don't get many lessons but as a slave they call me smart as 'slaves don't have much intelligence'- quoted, I have tendency to quote things. Since coming here I have really come out my shell. Since I'm the same age as the master's son we sometimes sneak out and play together. He said he'll put an end to slavery so we can play without the fear of getting caught. 

Time Skip 10 years