Little Slave Girl

My mother is gone. I start screaming. I run to the porch and look down the path to the road.   Where, I can see the back of her head. Mama is gone. 

I screamed and screamed, but she did not come back. She kept on walking until she disappeared into the shrubs. Someone grabbed me from behind, before I tossed myself down the steps to ran after her. The arms were strong. My fight was useless; I was put into the room, where I cried, where I tried to make sense of it all.