In the Spring. Im playing with my friends outside and when i see white men come to the front door in uniforms an run up to our home. I hear my mother call me and says get your things together we're leaving.
They took us to my father and every since we been walking ever since. We walked a long time . An my father walks by the other man talking in a low angry vioce.
They lead us to a stockade . At night in the mountains. My mom holds me close to keep me warm and that the only time i feel safe, i feel her pulling me tightly, i feel her warm breath on my hair , and i feel her softness as i fall asleep.
Its beeen several months and we are still in the stockades. Then i look at my father. He looked very tried, Next morning we start marching west to join the Western Cherokees. But we didnt want to leave the mountains.
One day my mom, aunt, and uncle take to the side and tells me that my father haves died last night. i ddint know what to say cause it just seems im was out side playing with my friends outside yetursday.
Now its getting very cold and my mother is starting to cough now. Her hands and face was burning hot. My aunt try get me to sleep by her but i creeped in the bed with my mom. Then i hear myself calling her name softly and she doesnt hear me my uncle and aunt come in the room takes me out and says that your mother died. An didnt understand how though.