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Sarah Margru Kinson was an African girl who was on the Amistad. I read the historical fiction book by Monica Edinger about Margru. Her father pawned Margru because the village needed food. In the story Ms. Edinger imagines why her father pawned her — so she said’ because the village needed food.’

Margru Kinson calls the white men that was on the ship ‘White ghosts.’ When Margru was on the ship she had to stay below the deck packed with Africans at the very dark bottom. Margru had a strange thought that the ‘white ghost’ (the white man) was going to eat her. Because they had no reason to take her away, at least that’s what she thought. Day and night she was dreaming about her mom and her dad.

Now you know a tiny bit about the story. If you like it you could read it. And if you don’t like it, I recommend you should because if you like a emotional, touching and heart warming documentaries you came to the right place.

I really miss my mother, brother, and my father.

I remember my mother.
I remember when she gazed into my dark brown eyes when I was a baby.
I stayed with her all of the time.
When I smiled, she always laughed,
not because my teeth looked funny,
but in a way
that spoke of our special connection.
I miss her.

I only remember my brother a little bit.
He always watched over me.
But the only thing is,
I do not remember his face. Still
I miss him.

Every night I dream about my father.
I have not seen him the longest…because he died long ago
But I remember him the most.
His laugh, his smile especially how he told me stories before going to sleep.
I miss him.

I really miss my mother, brother and my father.

I really miss my mother, brother, and my father.

I remember my mother.
I remember when she gazed into my dark brown eyes when I was a baby.
I stayed with her all of the time.
When I smiled, she always laughed,
not because my teeth looked funny,
but in a way
that spoke of our special connection.
I miss her.

I only remember my brother a little bit.
He always watched over me.
But the only thing is,
I do not remember his face. Still
I miss him.

Every night I dream about my father.
I have not seen him the longest…because he died long ago
But I remember him the most.
His laugh, his smile especially how he told me stories before going to sleep.
I miss him.

I really miss my mother, brother and my father.

This paragraph is from my third grade buddy talking about her buddy in New Orleans.

My goal for New Orleans is to rebuild it after Katrina took it down. What my buddy and I have in common is we both have a talent for sports. My buddy has sister like me. Something interesting about New Orleans is that they have a celebration called Mardi Gras. Mardi in French means Tuesday. Gras in French means fat. The school where our buddies go is the Lusher School. The Lusher School sent us a mix for yummy treats called beignets. Beignets are kind of like a doughnut. In return we sent bagels back to our buddies.

We communicate by letters and exchange cool info. My relationship with my buddy is strong. She is very sweet and writes great letters. We didn’t stop there. In our assembly we shared stuff about our buddies. Our teachers showed a slideshow of where New Orleans got flooded. Our class went to the Met to see photos of New Orleans after the flood. A tourist showed us beautiful pictures of New Orleans. We also wrote, “I am from poems” to our buddies and they write us back.

It is a great privilege to have a New Orleans buddy. I hope they enjoy our company too.