Apr 01 2009
The Trail of Tears
Me and my momma have been traveling for what seemed like days now. She says its because Andrew Jackson wants us Cherokee Indians to give up our land in the east of the Mississippi River and move down to Oklahoma. I don’t know why he wants us to, but I obey her orders. I’m really going to miss my home, but momma said that we will have a better house and life where we go,although I think she’s just telling me that, trying to make me stay hopeful and look forward to something. She is getting thinner,and I worry about her. I can handle this weather, because I am a little, strong child, but she is older and seems like she won’t make it. She worries me. It ’s very cold where we are traveling, and I only have a thin cloth for a blanket wrapped around me, but I don’t complain, although my horse, Daisy, does. She’s always getting us in trouble. We’ve had to stop numerous times when she started getting fussy, and the soldiers always come of over and yell at us, tellin’ us to keep moving forward. I don’t wanna upset mama. She’s been very down lately. I have seen things and been through things normal kids don’t see or go through. I have seen friends like family die before my eyes, moslty from disease. Some wanted to die ’cause they couldn’t bear the long journey anymore. Me and my mama are lucky we’re still alive. I am so hungry and my legs are hurtin begging to take a break. But I don’t. My momma raised me to be a fighter, so I will pull through. Just for mama.
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