The day came. The day that I would have to remove the Indians from their land to the west, for it would be safer. The day came when I had to slaughterer the Indians for their bodies did not wish to move. Women with families, I had to slaughterer. Children playing and working in the fall weather, I had to slaughterer.
Andrew Jackson writing a journal entry. November 5, 1813.
When I saw all of those lifeless bodies, one women with the infant that I would now call my son. He was breathing, holding on to his dead mother. My heaert could not let him stay here and die. I had the chance to raise and give him a normal life, not even having memory of this day. I was a survivor, and this little boy would earn the title as a survior too.
When I brought him home to my beloved house in Tennessee my wife, Rachel, was delighted.
I'm so happy! He's so adorable!
Over the next few days, we will continue helping him with his injuries and nurse him back to health. His sleeping face in the crib next door was the most lovely and captivating face, anyone would ever see
We now have a son who we could educate, love, and have the dearest memories with.
Lyncoya, will grow up better than I did, and more smarter than I am now, I will make sure of it. .