DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Once I was able to take care of myself and my children, I then wanted to share.
After the war, when my husband came home, we had two more children, and domesticity for a while prevailed combined with beginning the work I had always wanted to do, which was writing a book.
My mother was a good mistress to her servants, taking care of them in their sicknesses, not sparing any cost she was able to bestow for their recovery.
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.
My childhood was very gregarious, and I was usually surrounded by close family.
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
My mother served me wine and water from the time I was 3 years old.
For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood.
There were so many occasions when I wasn't around for my kids or my husband. But we learnt to work around it.
I wrote 'Mistress of Spices' at an unusual time when I had a near-death experience after the birth of my second son.