Book Research Review Farming Of Bones

Student’s NameProfessor’s NameCourse TitleDate of SubmissionThe Farming of Bones: A different endingI removed my dress, folding it piece by piece and laying it on a large boulder on the riverbank. Unclothed, I slipped into the current. It was fascinating that despite taking my parents, I still felt comfortable inside the river with the water slowly caressing every part of my body. For a moment, I wished I could fall asleep in it; but the possibility of drowning like my parents and many others who have died in the river of massacre prevented every possibility of sleep. The water was shallow and as I lay stretched out to my full length, I could feel my back touching the pebbles below as the currents slowly washed away one memory and replaced it with another. I began to wonder what could have happened had we decided to escape with Sebastien the moment we had the rumors about Dominicans targeting Haitians.It is indeed true that hindsight is a beautiful thing, but foresight is better. My visit to Alegría made me realize how difficult it was to make the decision to leave. Don Ignacio had taken me in at a time I