Monologue From Mas R George

Mas’r George came to see me today. Gave me a reminder of today. ‘S been three years since the death of my sweet Tom. Three years.
Unbelievable, really. Seems like a lifetime ago, and hurts as if yesterday. My sweet husband, dead, far away, without me seeing him again since he left so many years before. I didn’t want to believe it first. But now it’s been three years. I don’t know if I’ve really accepted it yet. But I know I have to.
The Lord has blessed me mighty well since that day though. I still have some work making money at a confectioners. My three beautiful children are growing up awful big and helping their mammy out wherever they can. Mas’r George and Missis are kinder than ever, though they weren’t unkind before. But best of all, we’re free. Me, my children, every slave once belonging to a Shelby. Free.
Said we’re to do as we please. Said they were needing some help and we’d always have a place here, but we were to do as we like now. I don’t know one person that left that house that day. Sure, after a year or so, people got married and left, or found good jobs in the city, but the Shelby’s were something. Something special. We knew no family was ever going to be like that again. That’s why we stayed. We’d miss them all too much. My little ones grew up with the little Mas’r. We had a place and little Mas’r and Missis sure made sure we knew it. I want my children to finish growing up in such a