Shut up, Kenna D.Moore [first e reader .TXT] 📗

"Shut your crying up boy and work," the man raised the whip and thrashed it againsted the boy's back, the boy shrieked in pain and cried "I want mama."Your mother won't save you, she's gone." Ten day's later. He wouldn't walk and the blood and pain remained in his back, he got tossed out like garbage, he saved up money for a wheelchair he dragged himself to "The Hospital For Blacks" it read he asked them for a wheel chair he bought an electric one he stayed very far away from the orphanage because he worried a white person would take him in as a slave, also the person at the orphanage is white and very, very mean.He found an old mug rinsed it out in dirty water, found a pen and wrote on the cup spare change after he had enough money he went to the store and bought lots of canned dinner and went to a tent he found in someones garbage that was in perfectly good shape he asked a kind black man to set it up and he did he was even nice enough to give some fruit to the young boy. "Whats your name, and whrere's your family?"
"I don't have a family or a name," so the man adopted him and bought him medical care for his legs' then named him Michal, then they moved away so Michal will never be taken away from his father.They lived together happily.
The End.

Publication Date: 04-16-2011

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