Mabel was sad. Everyone in the slave quarters knew it. The master knew it, but nobody knew how to see her smile again. The children spoke in whispers in the shadows of the run down huts. "Mama Mabel doesn't bring us treats anymore," said nine-year-old Marlene. "She doesn't sing, I liked it when she sang to us. She sings better than our mama," chimed in her younger sister Minnie. "Well you all know why, ever since master sold her children, Mama Mabel doesn't smile any more," added twelve year old Bubby. Filled with sadness, Mabel found the courage to go on with her life, and thus began her...

Mabel was sad. Everyone in the slave quarters knew it. The master knew it, but nobody knew how to see her smile again. The children spoke in whispers in the shadows of the run down huts. "Mama Mabel doesn't bring us treats anymore," said nine-year-old Marlene. "She doesn't sing, I liked it when she sang to us. She sings better than our mama," chimed in her younger sister Minnie. "Well you all know why, ever since master sold her children, Mama Mabel doesn't smile any more," added twelve year old Bubby. Filled with sadness, Mabel found the courage to go on with her life, and thus began her...