Daughter

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My life started well in the backwoods of eastern Tennessee. My father was a farmer and loved the smell of his land. He loved to talk all day about the war, “Theys ain’t gonna when nothen fight’n like a buncha chickens” he’d most often say.
He also loved my mother, brother and me. I barely remember my mother now for she died when I was very young. All I remember is her dressing me in little pretty dresses for church ad I would try my best not to let her because I was a bit of a tom boy with dirty little fingernails, mest up hair and the bottoms of my feet were as black as coal. Nevertheless my mother would try her very best to make me look pretty for Sunday morning church.
The day was April 17,1921. I remember this day well for this was the day that me and my mother had our last struggle for that Sunday morning dress. “Jenny Fraiser you’d better be still, you’s gotta were this here dress for church,” my mother yelled as she struggled with the little dress on my head.
“NO! I ain’t wear’n no pretty girl close!” I screamed as my mom struggled with the dress around my Straight little arms on the kitchen floor.
“You’d better be put’n this dress on before I get outside and get your Pa!” she said walking towards the door. Realizing that she was the victor in this little argument I put on the dress with tears rolling down my cheek. I was so angry over the fact that she had won that I yelled “I hate you momma! I hate you real bad!”
My mother then cried but I had never seen her cry like this before. No matter how much I apologized she still just kept on crying with her face buried in her trembling hands. Finally she took me in her arms, kissed me on the cheek with her tear soaked lips and said “It’ll all be alright Maxine, I love you. There’s thing that you ain’t gonna be able to understand just yet, but life’l be good to ya Maxine, I love you.”...