Martin's Home-Personal Narrative

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I knew that it was time. I could feel my life getting shorter and it was time for Martin to have the medicine bag. He had to keep the tradition going. I rode on busses for two and a half days and set out walking to find Martin’s house. I had to walk in the middle of the street so I could see the house numbers. Soon a crowd of kids and dogs gathered behind me. I must have looked very different here. When I came around a curb I saw Martin. He made the dogs and kids go away. I shook his hand and greeted him. “Hau, Takoza, Grandchild.” He didn’t look very comfortable or excited. I walked to the front steps of Martin’s house and greeted Marie. “Hau, Marie,” I said as I shook her hand. The Lakota didn’t display a lot of affection. Then Cheryl came

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