Page 18 - Daphne Hart - 89 and Feeling Fine

the Bus. Then we went on to something else, to
Newport, and then to Berryhill. After a few days there,

we travelled to Rosehill. We walked some more, despite

my aching feet and back.

Finally, we turned onto a path leading to a house. There,

I met a man who was introduced to me as my stepfather,
and I also met a young boy who was my half-brother,

but there were no other little girls around. My

excitement faded away because there was no one to play
with. But I just shrugged it off, saying that I was hungry

and wanted to sleep.

And so started my life in the country. The place was

called Rose Hill in the parish of Manchester in Jamaica.
I must have slept all night because the sun was up when

I heard my mother say, “It's time to rise and shine.” I

hurt all over. I never forget the pain.

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