Sometimes I think about my family and what it used to be like before I was taken to boarding school. I want to go back.
I wonder how they're doing and hope that they know where I am. Each day I begin to forget my language, and my culture. How will I be able to talk to them when I get back? If I get back at all?
I don't want to learn a trade, I want to be with my family and tribe. But they won't give us this choice. They stole the life I could have had.
This is all because of THEM. They abuse us and think we are dumb. They teach us the basics but no more. They want us to learn a trade and to become part of their society. We would never have a higher position.