In Bulgaria on December 5th, 1610, Yllana Truffle bawled. Her newborn child was being ripped from her arms. “No Mama! Mama?! Mama! Help!” Yllana wailed in turn, begging for her mother’s intervention as her father stole the child. Before the screaming life could be taken away, Yllana hopped up and kissed the babe on the forehead. “Good-bye, my child. Mama loves you.”
In North America, Alabama in fact, Tootie Brown cried out to her maker as she was brutally whipped to death on December 10th, 1810. Tootie had been found stealing bread from her master’s table. It was for her child. Her little malnutrition baby was slowly wasting away, and she couldn’t stand back and not do anything. What Tootie could not believe as she stood there writhing in pain, waiting to die, was that her master, her own father, was the one administering the fatal blows. She uttered six last words as her body began to shut down, “Lord take care of my daughter.” And then she blew a kiss to the one she loved the most.
Bella looked at herself in the mirror. Today was her birthday. It was December 15th, 2010 and snow was falling from the sky, landing on the sidewalk like a comforting blanket of white. It was your typical day in White Springs Massachusettes. The town had an altitude so high that on average, it snowed 340 days each year.
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