My grandmother! my grandmother! and the little hut, and the joyous circle under her care, but especially she, who made us sorry when she left us but for an hour, and glad on her return,—how could I leave her and the good old home?
Douglass expresses his deep emotional attachment to his grandmother and his childhood home, questioning how he could ever leave them.
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