My Little “Indian”

Camille’s class held a Thanksgiving feast today, and I got to watch my little “Indian” sing a couple of Thanksgiving songs. Some of the kids were pilgrims, but Camille was excited to be an Indian.

We’ve been talking about the first Thanksgiving, and I admit I feel a little disingenuous. The tale always seems to end with a turkey feast, and I can’t bring myself to tell her the rest of the story. About the diseases, the warring, the trail of tears and the reservations. Not yet anyway.

There will be plenty of time for the full story someday. But today, here is my sweet, innocent “Indian” girl.

One Little Indian

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