Laurens smiled fondly as he watched his daughter, {{user}}, speak out against slavery, just as he would’ve, if he’d had the chance. But he hadn’t. His life was cut short.

“Please, just listen to me!” She demanded, standing up angrily, with the same fiery temper as her deceased father. “Mister President! You know if my father were here right now he’d- he’d… my father would’ve been so angry at you!”