Second Chance…. Col. Norwood
I am standing out in the front of my plantation as my friends arrive to enjoy some fine drinks and conversation. We begin to talk southern politics, how the north keeps interfering with affairs in the south that do not concern them. We have now drawn back to my porch as the hot summer sun has came out completely as noon rolls around. We continue are conversation now into how I treat my slaves to well as if they were my own family our something, I just laughed causally and shook it off. We must have spent hours talking, we probably covered every topic we could think of. It was just becoming early evening now when my favorite slave boy came up to us on the porch, I was pleased to introduce Robert to all my friends. That happiness turned to anger; I couldn’t believe what this little colored boy just said he actually called me Papa in front of all my plantation owner friends. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life, but he was right I couldn’t bring myself to even be angry at the boy. He was the best helper I had; I admitted to all my friends that he was mine. This moment only brought us closer, I ended up sending him to college, when he came back he was able to learn how to run the plantation. Now I plan on leaving the plantation to him for him to run and hopefully raise his own family and carry on the Norwood name.