Old Native Story

There’s an old Native story that my mother used to tell about a child that was fathered by a white man. The mother was a native who lived on a nearby reservation. As the story goes, the child was rejected by the Native elders and community and sent away to live with The white man father. I always thought of myself as the child in that story.

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