When I visited the door of no return was devastated and terribly sad. Even before I got close to it, I was weeping. Just remembering about my ancestors made me cry.But I knew that if they didn't have to go through that door, I wouldn't be here today. So even though I was pertriefied, I was also glad for what they went through.
AuthorThe author goes to Frdrick douglass in Detroit Michigan and is a very smart and talented student. ArchivesMay 2012 Categories |
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