I would tell her, “I am going to tell my mother what you are doing.” She would just point to me with her right-hand finger right to my nose and tell me, “you better not tattle on me.”
Tag: First floor
And at nights you get hungry but what are you supposed to eat? We don’t get nothing.
It’s just so miserable out there. You never get to see your parents. Sometimes I have to stay at the at the residential for I say maybe, sometimes for two three weeks there, nobody’s around
When we were out there, we almost froze that’s why we decided came back but he caught us like I told you, he caught us. And we went back and he strapped us.
I wanted them to speak English when they went to school. I didn’t want them to experience what I experienced
It now is a place of learning, so it is teaching people to have good lives. In that way all that ugliness will not win, the evil the was there
We had to eat it. I can’t say I didn’t eat it because it was too yucky, I had to eat it because I was hungry.
I always remember the darkness and the fear that I went through under those stairs. And here the workers did not care if somebody was sick
We snuck away from school; the police were looking for us. We got caught and brought back to school. They strapped us continuously on our hands
If we are late for supper, the following weekend we don’t go home. We were held back at the school