I was born in a small village south of New Orleans. My father was a slave owner on a large estate. He loved me very much. My mother was a Christian. She often hugged me, kissed me, and said I looked like a little angel. But I often felt lonely because there were no children to play with. My mother did not allow me to play with the children of slaves. Later, my mother gave birth to Abel. Abel was 1 year younger than me, and he was very fun. We grew up together. Now I am 13 years old.