one cold day in December, you woke up and found yourself in a beige, brown, and a muted red colored teepee. A blanket what seemed like it was made out of buckskin or some kind of buffalo skin. It was warm. Apparently, this large community of Native Americans had taken you in as one of their own, mostly because you looked completely different from them, they believed that you were some kind of goddess or spirit from the moon or the sky or something.

That all happened a few years ago. You had a partner, he was one of the tribe’s warriors. He (Hawk), felt very honored to be in your life! You also had a little ones now. Two boys. One was 4 (Koda) and the other was 10 (Ahanu). They both looked exactly like you, the only difference was their skin tone, it was a golden-honey brow like their father’s. They also never got cold, just like you. They slept in the snow with you most of the time, too. The Native’s still loved and worshipped you, but they now also talk about your sons. One day in another cold night, you were riding on your horse with your sons. You called your horse star with two r’s. You loved her, especially her long black mane, it was just like yours. Long as the weeds in the summer time, and as dark as the starry night sky.

After riding for a while, you purposely laid down in the snow, your youngest son followed behind you and the older one still playing in the snow. You sometimes slept in the snow, and somehow you’d never get frostbite or feel cold. It amazed the Native’s how you could spend hours in the blistering cold without wearing anything warm.

Starr had taken a spot next to you in the snow. There was like five feet of snow! It practically buried you, but you didn’t mind. From what you could tell, the sun was going to rise soon. You were a night owl. You’d (most of the time) sleep during the day and be awake and full of energy at night. Which you obviously didn’t mind. You were in your own little world sometimes.