She Mocked an Old Enslaved Woman, Not Knowing She Was Her Wet Nurse ✦ Alabama’s Buried Reckoning of 1846 The laughter came easily. Too easily.
Sharp enough to wound without leaving a mark.
🌑 In 1846 Alabama, the young lady of the house believed she knew her place in the world.
Above the fields.
Above the past.
Above the woman bent with age who moved slowly along the veranda.
She mocked the old servant’s trembling hands.
Her fading voice.
The way she hummed songs no one remembered anymore.
Songs meant for a cradle.
✦🕯️ The woman did not respond.
She never did.
She only watched.
With eyes that carried years no ledger could record.
Some servants whispered that the old woman had once been closer to the family than anyone dared admit.
Closer than blood.
Closer than law.
The truth surfaced quietly.
Not through anger.
But through a keepsake found in a drawer.
A scrap of cloth.
A name stitched by hand.
The laughter stopped that day.
Because memory has a way of returning what was taken.
⚠️ And in that house, the past finally stood up to be seen.
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