“Let goa’ me girl!” Her stiff arms pushed me away.
“But Momma, Daddy’s gone…”
“Hush, don’t cry.” Not wasting a glance, of her squinty eyes, my way.
She soon left me, moved to the city. People said there was work there ‘cause of the War. I started living with family; aunts, uncles and cousins. Momma’s people, then Daddy’s and some I wasn’t sure the relation. Most were nice, but I missed my Daddy, and I wanted to go home.
‘Bout three years of achin’, lost without my family. Heard Momma might be getting’ married. Maybe they’d come for me. Maybe.