Mama is dead. We are on a train to Chicago. I am going to work in a shoe factory, Rosie, my sister, will work in a thread factory, and Dominic will help make capes. I just wish that like Geordi we could have a family business, maybe a bakery. Oh, I wish that like the bird I had wings and could soar high above my land and forget my troubles.
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