I was in the farm with Raja as was the schedule of our fieldwork. We had taken the foods for the day time. The sun was very warm and the day was beautiful. Our field was close by small river and we used to bring the water to drink from the other side of the river. There was small bridge over the water.
We had been enjoying working together. It had been a while we hadn 't gone to work to the field after we got our little girl Fungma. That was the first day of our life, Raja was looking happy for finding me back on his side to work together. We talked about our past life, our fist night and many more that had been remained in our mind as a beautiful memory.
"Kanchhi, do you remember the day when you came to my ? My elder cousins teased me saying you were beautiful little girl, I had a shame even I knew you were too young to understand those stuff and we weren 't mature enough to sleep together" . " I do remember some of the parts but it has been almost more than a decade now, so I forgot many of those days", I responded to him. We both had a different feeling on that days as like we both were excited about our life like a newly weds couple. At the mid of the night he said; " Kanchhi, let 's eat the food, I will go get the drinking water you prepare foods in the plate by that time". Then he went to the other side of the river.
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I scared a bit then tried to see him what 's going on. I was close by the bridge I saw him on the other side of the river when I was on the bridge the bridge broke and he disappeared. I loudly cried "oh no". I was screaming on my dream and awoke with sweats around my head and body everywhere. It was the fifth night after Raja had left the home to buy the new place where we had deemed to have our life better and more comfortable. My little girl was sleeping deeply. I scared and couldn 't go back to
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The rest of the day I scanned the crowd of Indians as I switched position with other soldiers. When the cool blanket of night covered the sky, I had first watch. There wasn’t really a need for other soldiers to keep watch because all of the Indians by now were to frail and broken to run away. But I guess there was always a chance of a wolf or other kind other predator taking away a baby or dog or something. I kept watch most of the night until finally, someone came and relieved me from my duty. That night I had a strange dream, I was at home with my wife and we were cooking dinner together, then as I walked over to grab a plate from out of the pantry when I looked out the window and saw Onacona staring at me. It gave me chill and sure enough when I jolted up from dream, Onacona was staring at me with his hollow stare. I screamed a little bit but no one cared. I guess everyone was use to screaming of people by now. This went on for two days now. I would have a weird dream then wake up to Onacona. But I still looked for his parents. And when I was looking for his parents I reflected on why I was so quick to choose this job. Why I thought it would have been a good idea to leave my wife and try to help the Indians was beyond me because clearly we weren’t helping them enough. People would die every day on the trail, and even more will die at the reservation. But that night when everyone was setting up camp I
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I wanted to leave the dream; I was frightened and my heart raced. I felt
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Although it is possible that all of this is just a dream. The next thing I questioned was whether the ghost really is his father
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
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I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.