The Pollock Family, 10 of 14: We Are Your Family

“I need to find my family,” John said.

“We are your family,” Sarah protested.

The sixteen-year-old shook his head. “You have been very kind—”

Sarah sank into her rocking chair. “We tried to make you love us.”

“No matter how I feel, I am still Diné,” he said gently.

She looked up at him. “Oh John.”

“Jessie will get older, and I will be an obstacle to her suitors.”

Sarah waved her hand. “That’s a long time coming.”

“Not so very long.” He moved restlessly. “I don’t belong here. Not really.” He wondered whether he would belong in Navajo land, now that he’d learned the White ways. His habits had changed. Even speaking English was becoming less of an effort. But she’d only done what she thought best. He felt a twinge of guilt as he faced her. “I must go,” he said.

She turned her head away.

Copyright © 2015 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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