We reached a desolate spot where an inconspicuous trapdoor concealed the entrance to the Underground Railroad. I had heard stories about this network of secret routes and safe houses, offering freedom to those fleeing enslavement. As we descended into the darkness, the weight of the decision pressed heavily on my shoulders. The Underground Railroad was a clandestine path to freedom, with abolitionists and sympathizers aiding those seeking liberation. The journey was perilous, with constant fear of discovery by slave catchers and authorities. Along the way, we encountered kind-hearted individuals who provided shelter and guidance, ensuring our safety. As the days turned into weeks, our group forged ahead, inching closer to the promise of freedom. The camaraderie among us grew stronger, transcending the societal boundaries that once separated us. Each step brings us closer to a world where the shackles of oppression are replaced by the embrace of liberty. Eventually, we reached New York, where the institution of slavery was abolished. The sight of free lands sets our hearts in indescribable joy. We were led to a home on the outskirts, and lived there peacefully, away from