Tears of joy and relief from "summary" of Autobiografía de un esclavo by Juan Francisco Manzano
The overwhelming emotion that flooded my being at that moment cannot be adequately described in words. It was a mixture of joy and relief that washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling. For so long, I had endured the unbearable weight of slavery, the chains of oppression dragging me down into the depths of despair. But now, as I stood on the threshold of freedom, the tears that streamed down my face were not tears of sorrow, but tears of a joy so profound that it threatened to consume me. I had spent years toiling in the fields under the scorching sun, my body broken and weary from the relentless labor imposed upon me by my masters. The lash of the overseer's whip had left cruel marks upon my flesh, a constant reminder of my status as a mere piece of property to be bought and sold at will. But now, as I felt the shackles fall away from my wrists and ankles, a sense of liberation unlike anything I had ever known flooded my soul. The weight that had pressed down upon my spirit for so long was suddenly lifted, and I felt as though I could finally breathe freely, unencumbered by the chains that had bo...
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