Za ovu priču Niki je dobio nagradu u školi. Priča je o djevojčici Clari, koja je s roditeljima bila crno roblje u Americi i opis putovanja/bjekstva iz Amerike u Kanadu. Objavljujem je u originalu, bez prijevoda, kako bi je Niki mogao pokazati svojim prijateljima. Prijatno iznenađenje si nam priredio , Niki. Sviđa mi se kako i na koji način mladi Kanađani uče o svojoj povijesti.
“It was a cold winter day. I was sitting in my usual spot, in my wooden rocking chair, near the blazing fire. The fire was slowly crackling making the room feel cozy. This is my favorite part of winter. Even though I have lived a long time in Canada, I will never get accustom to the cold. I have lived my childhood in Kentucky where it is always warm. “Grandma, can you tell us a story about your past?” asked my granddaughter. I slowly opened my eyes to see my grandchildren’s happy faces looking up at mine. “Why sure I can” I said. Even though I told them my story a hundred times, I know they loved hearing it. “When I was a little girl, I had to work hard and long, till sunrise to sunset. I never really hated working in the fields but what I really disliked was how our kind the African Americans were being treated. We were beaten, neglected, and we were our master’s property by law.” “That must be awful” said my grandson. “I would never want to live a life like that.” He said it with a frown on his face. “We were never taught to read or write because our masters thought we would counterfeit their signatures and free ourselves. I did not even know how old I was. It was a bad time to be of a different culture.” “Why grandma?” asked my granddaughter. “Well, because there are some people who think they are more superior then other people.” I answered…
The whole story –> Clara’s story