Dear Harriet,
I'm sorry, you poor child! I let my faith and prudence keep you from being willing to confide in me when your master began assaulting you. I am pious and do not approve of the impure, but I never wanted my morality stifle our relationship. I just place some much pride in you and your good character. Your mother isn't with us anymore, so I could not help but put you on a pedestal. All I have is my kids, you and William. You must forgive me for my pride and false judgement of your confession about having a whit man's child. I was too quick to scorn you. We don't talk about these kind of obscene, adulterating things. I refuse to and therefore do not know how to discuss these subjects with most people, let alone my granddaughter. You are not at fault and do not need to ask my forgiveness, child. Please forgive me and God bless.
Your Grandmother
Excellent! I really like that you've focused on Harriet's grandmother and made an effort to explain her position and her feelings about Harriet's actions. Let's definitely talk about her in class.
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