After my half sister came to live with us. Tragedy struck our camp. One night, the reservation where we lived was ransacked and set on fire. Men,women, and children ran trying to get away. Mother and Father woke us and told us to get on our horses. We did as we were told, but Mother and Father were taken prisoner before they could get on their horses. Nathan and I tried to rescue them but to no avail. We were forced to follow Delia and Cerise to safety. Are we to never see our parents again?
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Historical FictionShi ei ...Yinishye, Sahyko DancingBrooke. That is my birth Native American name, My name I go by is Naomi, I was born in Arizona, I am a Navajo. I had grown up in My father's hogun house. I had one brother and a sister, and Two loving parents. I am...
