That was Eleven years ago. When I was young and innocent. But I would soon learn that all good things come to an end. Which is what happened on June 8, 1830. 1830
I was weaving baskets with my cousins and Aunts when the hunters had come back and along with them, my father, Akocha. I ran to greet him.
“Father, your back!” I yelled and hugged him. He patted my shoulder before walking away and talking to another hunter. I sigh as I walk back to my Aunts and cousins. My father had been distant since the death of my mother five years ago, I don't remember her much, but that's probably because she died when I was seven. …show more content…
I looked around, trying to find her. I finally spotted her long, black, braided hair and ran over to her. She was playing with some of the other village children.
“Hello, Lushanya, what do you want to do.” I ask.
“Can we play hide and find?” she asks.
“Of course we can,” I say. “I’ll count. One...two...three…” I can hear her footsteps getting further and further away till… “Twenty!” I yell and run to go find her. “Where are you, Lushanya,” I say in a taunting tone, “I’m coming to get you.” I suddenly hear a rustle in the bushes. A smirk played on my lips as I crept closer to the bush, being as quiet as possible. “Boo!” I yelled as I jumped on to the bush, falling on top of Lushanya.
“Aahh!” She screamed as I landed. Soon enough we were rolling around