The white men kicked us off our land one day, so we had to come here. The the men fought while the women ran away with the children. My Weyoosimind fought, and he was one of the few that did not give up. But the white men killed him and most of the other men, and we were forced to move here. I was born with my triplets in the beginning of the journey, so my Oga slowed the village down. It was a hard time, but somehow we managed to make it through. Or at least, some people did. My Oga died on the way. The other villagers tried to take care of me and my triplets, taking turns, but a young, stern woman was the best at taking care of us. She already had a family that consisted of a husband, who is now my dad, he is very kind and talented and handsome, and a child, who is very annoying. But she took care of us anyway. Luckily, Neither me nor my triplets remember what happened. So now I live with my triplets, older brother, my Mother and father.

(Weyoosimind means father, Oga means mother, and the little sister was born after this)

Ora's Water Mill Project