Amarah
The tribe hasn’t change. There is still my mother and father who wakes up early to do their work. Mother with her embroidery with the women and Father with the men who are going to try to hunt whenever they can now, especially when we’re going to travel. There isn’t a sense of urgency whenever we do this, we’re in fact calm about it as there is a check list that we go through. My parents are confident to their own thing, because my brother is left with me.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere” I tell him.
He raises a brow. Pausing over his job of packing our stuff in the chests that we’ll in turn carry in our sled. Carts don’t work well with the sand, but sleds do that job that we need. The horses could barely carry our stuff and we do have camels, and they’re more reliable in
