Amari had a beautiful little girl on February 7th, 1739. She named her Afi, after her friend Afi who helped her through her tough times on the boat over to America. Amari took very good care of her, with the help of Polly and Tidbit. She was very grateful to have a daughter, even though she didn't exactly plan too this early in her life. Little Afi was a very happy child growing up. She played with Tidbit, who acted like an older brother to her.
When she was old enough, she went to school. She learned how to read and write. Everyday she would have a little assignment to do at home with her mother. Sometimes she would have to read a story with her mother and write a sentence about it, other times she would have to write about what they did that night. Afi loved school especially since Polly was the teacher. As she got older, she didn't like it as much though. It got harder and she got more work to do at home.
Afi fell in love with a wonderful man when she was 14. His name was Fredrick and his mother was also an escaped slave. She talked to him and learned about his stories and his mother’s stories. Afi also told him all the stories she had been told about her mother. When she was 16, she got married to Fredrick. They were excited to start a family together. They had three children, one boy and two girls. Anna was the oldest, then David followed by Isabella. Afi was very blessed to have three beautiful children.
A few years later, her mother became very ill with smallpox. Afi tried her best to heal her but she could not afford very much medicine. Amari died a few weeks later. Afi was heartbroken about the loss of her mother. Her husband and children were very sad as well. Life went on though, as it always did but Afi never forgot all of the stories her mother had told her about her life as a slave and her escape.
Afi worked as the teacher, just like Polly. She enjoyed her job because she liked teaching children how to read and write just as Polly did for her. All of her students loved her way of teaching, which was inspired by her mother and Polly. Afi often thought of her mother, she missed her. She would often think of what she would say to her if she could talk to her one more time. She would say that she loves her more than anything else in the world and that she hopes that she made her proud. Life was very good for Afi. She was very happy with her life and all she had accomplished.
One day Afi fell ill with Typhoid fever. She knew that she was going to die. Her family threw a party for her as a goodbye. She was going to be missed. Afi died on December 5th 1782.
When she was old enough, she went to school. She learned how to read and write. Everyday she would have a little assignment to do at home with her mother. Sometimes she would have to read a story with her mother and write a sentence about it, other times she would have to write about what they did that night. Afi loved school especially since Polly was the teacher. As she got older, she didn't like it as much though. It got harder and she got more work to do at home.
Afi fell in love with a wonderful man when she was 14. His name was Fredrick and his mother was also an escaped slave. She talked to him and learned about his stories and his mother’s stories. Afi also told him all the stories she had been told about her mother. When she was 16, she got married to Fredrick. They were excited to start a family together. They had three children, one boy and two girls. Anna was the oldest, then David followed by Isabella. Afi was very blessed to have three beautiful children.
A few years later, her mother became very ill with smallpox. Afi tried her best to heal her but she could not afford very much medicine. Amari died a few weeks later. Afi was heartbroken about the loss of her mother. Her husband and children were very sad as well. Life went on though, as it always did but Afi never forgot all of the stories her mother had told her about her life as a slave and her escape.
Afi worked as the teacher, just like Polly. She enjoyed her job because she liked teaching children how to read and write just as Polly did for her. All of her students loved her way of teaching, which was inspired by her mother and Polly. Afi often thought of her mother, she missed her. She would often think of what she would say to her if she could talk to her one more time. She would say that she loves her more than anything else in the world and that she hopes that she made her proud. Life was very good for Afi. She was very happy with her life and all she had accomplished.
One day Afi fell ill with Typhoid fever. She knew that she was going to die. Her family threw a party for her as a goodbye. She was going to be missed. Afi died on December 5th 1782.