NOA
“I’ll see you tomorrow Noa!” The little voice shouted at me as I walked away.
I smiled. “You bet you will, and I wanna see you move all of the water out of the cup this time, ok?” I had turned back around to see little Leah nod her head enthusiastically before returning her gaze to her cup.
I was eager to get home because my birthmark on my thigh had started burning a little bit while I was instructing the kids.
For a little over two years I’d been on my own. At first I didn’t know what to do with myself. There’s only so much searching a person can do with no leads to point you in a specific direction.
I began working with the children in the small community building for our tribe. My water tribe made sure I made ends meet and I helped teach their children to control their shi
