Slave Narrative essays

Slave Narrative essays I was born a slave girl; but I never knew it until I was about six years of age. I was born in Angolia, Africa with my birth family but soon after they were captured. They went through the Middle Passage and I went with them where we went through the slave trade. My family was partially separated due to the fact that my father was sold to work for a man as a carpenter in Charleston, SC; whereas my mother and I were sold to a different family in the same town. My mother was a house servant to a family named the Adams family. I was just a baby when my mother was sold so she had to bring me along with her. She was aware that when I got old enough I was destined to be a servant to the family as well. When I was about six years old my mother started to teach me how to do things such as cleaning up the house, assisting her with cooking, and helping nurse our masters children. She explained to me that I would soon be working with her as a house servant for the Adams family and there was a good possibility that I would be sold to another family somewhere else. I was so young at the time I really didnt understand what was going on. As time went by, I began to work for the Adams family; they assigned me to clean up anything necessary around the house and be the servant to their oldest children who were twelve and thirteen years old named Susan and Jacob. Mr. Adams was a very strict man and told me that if I didnt do my duties as a servant that I would be severely beaten. I tried my best to do everything I was suppose to and became quite good friends with Susan and Jacob. They treated me very kind and we played together everyday. Mrs. Adams was also very kind to me and she tried to he lp me the best she could if I messed up anything, so I wouldnt be beaten by her husband. She was very sincere to me and didnt treat me like a slave at all, but more like a daughter. After years passed by, the turmoil was just s...