Dr. Flint was a neighboring physician when I lived with my mistress. He whittled his way into the life of my mistresses sister and married her, and my brother William and I became the property of their daughter. Through a certain number of events which to my memory all run together, my father died and I was not allowed to go to his funeral. Then my grandmother was sold.
Now I need to backtrack and fill you in on why to me this was a small piece of my world crashing in on me. A promise was made by my Grandmother's mistress, that when she died, my grandmother, much like a genie in a bottle, would be granted her freedom. However, when she died Dr. Flint became involved. Living up to his name, the cold hearted man that he is, put my grandmother up for sale for the mere price of fifty dollars. Thankfully, the sister's mistress purchased my grandmother and provided her freedom.
Many horrendous things occurred during this time in my life. I was so naive as to the cruelties of this world. When one is raised to believe the best, it is appalling and earth shattering to see the brutal abilities of man, and the violence that he is capable of. All of this happened in my new home with Dr. Flint. It is amazing how one man can bring so much unhappiness.
Writing all of this down to you my readers is so helpful, for I would like to someday write everything down in a book. Relaying these things to you in these posts is helping me to sift out what I would like the world to know someday about me. But for now this is all I can post for today.
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