[ Friday, July 30, 2004 ]
Nelly was a young girl.
She traded glimpses up her dress tail for pieces of candy.
Her father sold her to an old man for a mule.
Nelly's belly would not swell with babies.
She was exchanged.
Returned.
Traded.
For her younger sister who popped out child after child.
I can't determine what is worse.
To be sold for a mule.
Or to realize you weren't worth it.
( True story told around a kitchen table last night. )
~ Rebecca 8:12 AM [+]
