when i was just five years old the government had ripped us,my sisters and brother away from our hometown. At the time my parents had died a tragic death with horses. they had a team of horses and wagon and were just leaving with some wild game in their wagon. they had taken my baby sister with them when it happened. one of my sisters were outside picking berries and my only brother was chopping wood when we heard  screams. my mom was mangled and my father was taken to Vancouver b.c. where he died on the way. we never made it to the funeral.

we were transported to this residential school in Edmonton ,Alberta. that is where my story begins

my first Christmas, there were only a few of us who had no parents so we stayed behind...the sisters were kind of lenient due to the fact it was Christmas time.

my girlfriend and I were tossing a ball back and forth to each other on our respectable beds. my bed was very close to the washroom and there was a walk in closet right beside me

once after a few tosses I missed the ball. I told my girlfriend,"could you please get the ball? " I said I was afraid of the closet for some reason. she said "youre closer ,you get it!" well I reached in there , and that's when it happened!

I was suddenly grabbed literally into the closet and I hollered at her "grab my feet!!!! please ,somethings grabbing me into the closet!!" well she grabbed my feet ,but she wasn't strong enough, right at the moment ,one of the sisters were checking to see if we were tucked into the bed. she heard the screams and asked "what's wrong?" my girlfriend said 'Quick help me!,grab her feet!" she did and I was pulled out of the closet.

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