I cried enough to ride back to Africa on a slide of tears. "Mah little gal"—what I wouldn't give to hear her speak those words I see on the paper; what I would not give does not exist. I want to eat the paper. I would give anything to hear her say "mah little gal." What am I writing? I would give everything to hear her say anything at all. I want Mama, I want my mother. I want Mammy. It's easy to want her, now that I know she wanted me. If I coulda wanted her when I didn't know she wanted me, she might be mine right now. She might be alive right now. Mammy never stood foot on London. Ah ain't goin' dere. I ain't goin' nowhere she ain't been. I'm staying here and looking for what's left of her.