African American Descriptive Writing

I still remember the day I befriended my first and last African American friend ten years ago. I used to live in Alabama at the time, but making a living was exceptionally hard for my family and me. We didn’t let that hold us back though, we continued to try and cultivate the fields to grow and sell crop. Even though the fields had been reduced to nothing more than dust due to the drought, we were persistent and continued to work despite that. While my father and older brothers work the fields, I helped my mother around the house. She usually sent me on errands too, and during one of those errands was when I first encountered Mary.
The sky that evening was a mixture of pinks, yellows, and oranges that were all slowly fading into a dark black.