Be Polite to Him
From Create Your Own Story
“Yes thank you for showing me all the wonderful bricks and I believe I am interested in many of them” You Said. “Who sent you here you kind boy? I love when boys like you come around and are polite to me people always assume I’m a horrible person because I’m a free African American” He says. “Abigail Smith sir she is working with her spinning bee today and I am running errands for her”. “Are you not enslaved?” He said. “No I am enslaved by this women, the work is not that hard but its harder knowing that someone owns you”. “I remember when I was enslaved by a upper class family in Virginia. The work was very hard and I never got to rest ever. They separated me from my two year old brother when I was four and I have never seen him since.” “I was separated by from my brother when he was four and I was two on the ship docks as well. Did you run away from Virginia?” “That’s a coincidence and yes I did. I ran to Boston because I wanted to spend more time with my mother. She is very sick and dying there are no doctors that will treat her because she’s African American and that makes me sad.” “My mother has the same case”. “What is your name boy?” Tobias’s asks. “Curzon and you?” “Tobias” At a loss for words he hugs you and you hug him. You figure out he is your long lost brother and you then decide to buy the bricks after an hour of talking.
