​“Mama, why doesn’t Mr. Wilkens water this flower?” I asked mama tracing the window sill with my brown fingers. “Well honey he’s got better things to do,” said mama wiping the sweat from her forehead. Me, mama, papa, and my sister, Anya, were all slaves for Mr. Wilkens, who is our master. We work on his plantation. “Well what if I could take care of the flower?” I said petting the flowers crinkly brown petals. They were dry and dead petals. “Well, I suppose so, sugar,” said mama “Oh no!” I cried, “I ripped one of it’s petals!” Mama chuckled, “Well guess what you just did!” said mama putting her big, brown, dry hand on mine. “I killed it!” I cried, but the flower seemed to laugh too. “No no no you helped it!” said mama. I looked at her confused. “Yes, the flower is dead...

Many people don’t know the importance of church. For example, maybe they don’t see it as important or they don’t see the value but I have come to know that church is extremely important! Church is awesome because it teaches me about God. It also makes me feel safe and loved. It also gives me something to look forward to...​