It was 1825, just May, when my momma died. I was too young to know, but when I grew up, I figured it out. It was also then that I became a slave. It was hard being a slave. The shelter wasn’t at all comfortable. Another Issue was Dr. Norcum, The man in charge of my slavery. Dr. Norcum is so mean to me. He tries every day to make me in love with him. He did everything and sexualy assulted me. My only way to escape to escape this torture was to run away. I was completely set on running away until he showed up. Samuel Sawyer, a white gentlemen not yet married. He was so kind, sweet, and I was flattered by his attention. The way he treated me was very kind, more than any man had ever treated me. We were both slaves so in 1829, we had a liaison. The only problem would Dr. Norcum. He would do everything in his power to get rid of Samuel so he could continue abusing me. I didn’t want to, but I knew the only way to really be from all of this torment would be to run away. …show more content…
I had already started running away, and though it was night, I could see all of the wanted posters with my name on them. “$100 Reward will be given for the apprehension and delivery of my servant girl HARRIET.”. I knew that I couldn’t trust anyone here because they would turn me in for money. I couldn’t even trust Samuel. The only person I knew I could be safe with was Grandma. Grandma had already served her time as a slave and now was a bank teller. When I arrived, Grandma said I could stay in her small attic in her home. It was rough having to stay in the attic, but it was better than being at the farm as a