"But tomorrow you need to go see... Mrs. Kennedy!" Panashe told her son who was sitted in the dirt beside his mother who was getting rid of grass weeds, along with other slaves who kept to themselves, minding their own. A supervisor, walking about with his whip... randomly whistling.
"But why can she not come here..?" Christian frowned.
"Because Christian, I don't think she would like to come this side. It's better you go there alright?" She explained. "Besides, all your stationary is there and there is a lot more space for a learning environment."
Christian only frowned.
"Mommy... can we leave? and buy a new house like grandpa.."
Panashe only sighed. "Things do not work that way, Christian."
"Why, Is it because my father did not want me?"