It was in the afternoon that we reached the end of that dreadful journey. There I found myself in the middle of children of all sizes and colors—black, brown, copper-colored, and nearly white. They asked me to come and play with them. But I refused. Grandmamma looked sad. I could tell that things were not good. She patted me on the head and told me to go and play with them. She pointed out to me my brother Perry, and my sisters, Sarah and Eliza. I had never seen them before. We were brothers and sisters by blood, but slavery made us strangers. I went with them, but I didn't want to play. After a while a kid from the kitchen came running and gleefully yelled, "Fred, Fred Grandmamma's gone." I could not believe it! When I went to see for myself, I found out that she was gone. I had never been deceived before. I felt resentment and grief. I fell to the ground and wept bitter tears.