My Family Story: The Family Tree In Mexico

The Family Tree My family story took place in the middle of the seventeenth century, when Mexico was still part of Texas, in a town now known as Kerrville. This land has been in my family for centuries and still remains in our hands.
There under the hills of my ancestors, around a camp fire surrounded by my tios, tias, and primos, my grandfather Guadalupe Morales would lead us into a world that we could see with our heart and feel like we did the heat of that fire. This was the same story passed down from generation to generation through depressions and wars about slavery and strength, faith, and perseverance. It was a story of victory and family. My family was of the Comanche Indians here in Texas, they were peaceful hunter gatherers and fishermen, my great great great great grandfather Milton Morales was around 6 years old, he was sent out to the river to help his mother fetch water. He took with him his buckets and fishing pole. Milton went on down the path to the river. He knew this land like he knew his mother’s voice. He set up his poles and began filling his buckets. In the Ripples of the once soothing river, Milton saw a face he had only had nightmares of, a soot stained face came across Milton’s
My great great great great grandfather found his way home, my ancestors remained not all of them but his mother, father and brothers all remained in the land that is know our land. He made his way atop the hill and into the clearing and there she sat my greatest of grandmothers hanging clothes they say she knew in a second that coming towards her was the son she thought she had lost. His father returning from the river fell to his knees at the sight of his little boy that came back as a