Louisiana Personal Narrative

I was born in Louisiana; United States of America. I was born a few years after the Louisiana Purchase. I wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact city. I was to young to take any notice in that. I spent most of my life inside my parent’s home. I had an older brother from my father’s previous relationships and a young brother we shared the same parents. My father was a slave brought over from the Caribbean he spoke a mixture of French and English, needless to say his English was broken. I have several memories of my father. He was a big handsome man, standing at 6’6. He was a very valuable slave, plantation owners thought. So he had a high bid when he came to the U.S at 16. My father told us stories of how several plantation owners’ mistresses …show more content…
She herself stood at 6’3, people thought she was the tallest woman you’d ever meet. My mother kept to herself, she did not like any of the racist views and she dared anyone to spew any of their ignorance around her. She was disgusted by the racial views. Why she stayed in Louisiana beats me. Why she left was perfectly acceptable but that’s for the end of the story. My mother seemed invincible, because my brother and I were of mixed race people stared us down, my mother would pick a fight with almost anyone, a couple of times she fought men. My mother was my hero. The south made her very angry, she rarely had …show more content…
He knew there was a bounty for his head, and at times he felt as if they were behind him following. He found himself in front of a huge house. This home was in the middle of the woods, no neighbors. It was a huge 3-story home. Looked a little old and was painted purple and black. The home resembled a gothic Victorian home. It was well kept and had a beautiful garden. The sun was up high and my father decided to hide in the bushes just for as long as he could at least they would rest until they could travel again. My father needed help and he didn’t want to admit it to my already scared brother. After a few hours his life changed it was the moment he met my mother. Tall woman 6’3 beautiful full black hair, deep blue eyes, probably the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes upon. She wore pants, very rare during her time. She had black plants that fit her muscular legs and a blouse with a purple coat over it my father described. She came outside of the home to confront two men on