Trouble at Strawberry

For years now, my brothers and I have been begging Big Ma to take us down to Strawberry, until the day Big Ma decides to take Stacey and I. At first, I thought it would be one of the biggest adventures, and it was, however not in a good way.
At first, we woke up before Little Man and Christopher-John, so they didn't see us. We rode on Jack, our mule, down to Strawberry, and as we parked our wagon, Big Ma started heading towards the back of the field. I thought that was very strange because there was plenty of space up at the front, near the entrance, but Big Ma explained those places were only for white people. I hate when she says that. Them white people ain't got nothin'! By the time someone gets to where we were heading, they'll have bunions on their soles and corns on their toes.

Later that day, while Big Ma was at Mr. Jamison, Stacey, T.J. and I went to the mercantile, thinking that we were doing a favor to Big Ma by getting the merchandise started, but we were actually there for T.J. After we arrived, Stacey and I went up to the counter, where Mr. Barnett was and we asked him for help. We handed him a list of things that Mama wanted, but instead of helping us, he skipped to the next customer, which was "Miz Emmaline". She handed him a list twice as long, and Mr. Barnett was off to help her. We waited for a very long time, until he had finally finished helping the lady. Just as we thought he was 'bout to help us, a girl, about my age, asked for his help and he started helping her! That was it for me. At first, I thought that he was helping the lady because she was older but now the little girl! I decided to say something. As politely as I could, I told Mr. Barnett that he was helping us, earlier but he just ignored me. I tugged on his shirt, thinking he didn't hear me and I repeated "You was helping us,". He told me to get my "little black self and go wait some more". I'd had enough of that, and I began losing my patience. I did not like his tone. Some people were telling me to be quiet, but I thought he had no right to treat me or my Stacey or T.J. the way he did. I ended up being thrown out of the store, and only come back when we learnt what we are.
I couldn't be mad at Stacey for not defending me back at the store, or for pushing me out. It must have been for good. Who knows what they'd do to us if I kept talking? I'm thankful we got out of there on time, I couldn't bare stare at that man's face no longer.

This is the Barnett Mercantile 

Source: "Vintage General Store - Yahoo Image Search Results." Pinterest. N.p., n.d. Web. 14 Feb. 2016.