Desiree's Baby

He re-read the letter over and over again. "No it can't be true!" He cried. He looked around to see if somebody was looking "I can't be black!!" he whispered in a loud voice making sure no one listened. Unfornutally that didn't help at all. He wish he was death, he didn't have a right to live, he was black and that meant he wasn't worth it. "How could this be! Why mother?"

Armand left the fire on and just went into his house and started to cry. He thought about everything "I shouldn't let her go. Desiree come back, I need you!" He thought about it and rushed outside to look for Desiree, it was too late she had already left. He wanted to apoligize, he wanted to go to Valmode and bring Desiree back with his son, but he couldn't present himself this way. He had to get over this first and will then go and bring the women he mostly loved back. He didn't know what to do, what was he going to tell Desiree, Will Desiree accept him the way he is or will she just leave and feel sorry for him. All these thoughts just made Armand loose his strenght to go see Desiree.

He looked outside the window, and saw how his slaves worked hard. He felt embarrass of who he really was. He was one of them, he had the black blood inside him, he had slavery inside him. He should be one of them, and t just made him fell sorry for all of them. He just wanted to die. He went to the mirror and looked at himself. "..my skin is fair. Look at my hand; its whiter than yours." Desiree's words repeated in his head. He was ashame for blaming her when it really was him. He looked once again in the mirror and just couldn't hadle imagining himself as a black person. He started to punch the mirror and just broke it.

He spent days without eating, and just wouldn't do nothing. One day he ended up in the hospital, and everybody knew about it, but they didn't know why he was going through this big depression, he wouldn't tell no one.