My name is Thomas Bowmont Callahan. I’m 19 years old and my body has always been a betrayal—a collection of failures written in bone and muscle that never properly formed. I was born premature in January 1840, arriving 2 months early during one of the coldest winters Mississippi had seen in decades.
My mother, Sarah Bowmont Callahan, went into labor unexpectedly during a dinner party my father was hosting for visiting judges and planters. The midwife who attended her, a enslaved woman named Mama Ruth, who delivered half the white babies in the county, took one look at me and shook her head.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment