Personal Narrative: The Iris Family

The owners kids sprint down the gravel driveway as I finish sweeping the main room. Today was their last day of school and I would now get to be their full time playmate. This is my second summer working for the Iris family. They bought me when I was seven years old. I remember being torn out of my mother's arms and hot tears streamed down my face as my mom screamed. When i cry out with grief, no one hears me but Jesus (Ain’t). Sometimes I have nightmares of that very moment and wake up in sweaty panic. I have no idea where my mom or dad are now but I miss them very much. Bob and Mary brought me to Antebellum, Georgia to take care of their kids Jake and Chase. They are nice boys but they sure do make a big mess. Jake and seven, Chase is eight, and I am nine. Being so close in age is nice but it also is hard to watch them go to school while I am cleaning and cooking all day. The cooking is the hardest part because I have to stand over a hot stove for a long period of time. The Iris’s do make sure I get plenty of food, water, and sleep which is very generous of them. Today, I am going to take Jake and Chase on a walk around the farm so they can see everyone. They love to hangout with Margaret the most. She is my best friend here, she works with the cotton and helps in the house when company comes. …show more content…
I explained I needed to finish sweeping in order to play with them. I should have had all of this done before they came home but time got away from me. I start to panic because I know if this is not done beofre Bob comes home I will get whipped again. The sores on my back flamed up in pain with this thought. I never got whipped too bad as long as I did what I was told. Sometimes I just play with the kids too much instead of focusing on chores. I must shut my eyes now to get some sleep for the next days work. Until we meet again, my sweet