Amarah
My parents are gentle and calm people. They are not who overreacts and often take small steps rather than leaping. It is the first time I see them truly emotional. Father has not stepped away from me farther than an arm’s reach. The unevenness of the floor in the yurt is too much for my healing legs and he has been my legs as he proclaimed. My mother has not stopped fussing over me and dressing my wounds expertly. She is often the person to go to when you’re sick. Being knowledgeable of common herbal medicine, she became our unofficial nurse.
She changes my bandages and prepares me food. I see her approach Rekisa and smack his head then kissing his cheek, while pulling him into a hug. She whispers something in his ear and Rekisa smiles slightly.
All feels forgiven. But father has
