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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 6

March 28, 1861

Dear reader,

Yesterday, I told David and Elizabeth, “I am going to pick berries in the woods.” I hid rice and meat jerky in my skirt. I began walking. I was going to walk to New York.

I walked for 45 minutes. Then, I heard tree branches cracking. Something was running. It was chasing me.

I found a large bush, and I hid under it. I prayed to God, “Don’t let me die.” Two strong arms pulled back the branches. It was David.

“You’re leaving us?” David asked sadly. His saw the rice that spilled out of my skirt. He looked at me with soft eyes. “You’re leaving us,” he repeated. He took off his shoe. Inside his shoe, there was money. “I have $92,” he said. “I was going to give it to you when I got $100.”

David held my hand and helped me stand up. “Grace, it’s dangerous for you here. I want to help you go north. Mother and I are saving money for you. I want to take you on a train to the north. If you walk, you might get lost. Or you might get hurt.”

I was thankful, but I was also confused. “But I’m black. Can I ride the train from Virginia?”

David sighed. “If I tell them that you are my slave.”

I look up at him angrily.

“But I want you to be my wife.” David’s green eyes looked deeply into mine. “And then we can live together in the north.”

I started to argue, but David stopped me. He said, “I know that some people will hate us. I know that Mother will have to move north with us. I know that the trip will be long. But I want to live my life with you.”

Finally. Finally I have a family. Finally I have a home. Finally I have David. My body shook with happiness. My legs became weak, and I sat on the ground. David sat next to me. He held me close to his chest.

“So?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Let’s get married.”

The future is dangerous. We don’t know who will marry us. We don’t know where we will live.

But we will protect each other.

Yours truly,
Grace Miller

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Love in 1860: Part 1

Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 1

July 15, 1860

Dear reader,

My name is Grace. I am 28 years old. You may not believe me, but I am from the year 2025.

Last week, I went hiking in the mountains. I fell down. When I woke up, my head hurt. I could not find my phone. It was evening, and the sun was going down. I needed to leave the mountains.

Then I smelled smoke. Maybe someone had a fire. I walked to the smell. I saw a small house in the woods. I knocked on the door. A woman looked out the window. She was surprised, but she opened the door.

“Please help me,” I said. “I fell and hurt my head. I don’t know where the road is. Can I sleep here? Can I use your phone in the morning?”

The woman said, “We don’t have a… phone. But you can sleep here tonight.” She looked around the forest and pulled me inside.

The woman was about 50 years old. She lived with her son. He was about 30 years old. They gave me some bread and a blanket. I slept on the floor. I was tired and went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up. I looked around. The house had a wood stove. There were blankets on the windows. There were no lights—only candles. The woman and her son were outside in the garden.

I asked, “What is today’s date?”

The son laughed. “It’s July 15, 1860.”

Am I dreaming?

Yours truly,
Grace Miller

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