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It has happened. We have been kicked out of the land of which we rightfully owned. I feared this day. We were forced to leave this land without even taking our precious belongings. MY mother has just died from the cold as did my father. MY brother is ill and seems to coughing himself to sleep. MAny of my people are dieing left to right from this cold winter and the white men seem to be doing nothing. They don't care about us... and I wish they would be the ones dieing. Many of us have been traveling and many of my freinds have been killed. I wish I was still home... I wish for peace... I wish for the cruel, evil person who created this to suffer fo every life that was lost. THat is my last wish as it seems I have reached my new home... but I will never consider it my home.