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My body grows colder and colder by the second. There is bitter, soft snow beneath my feet. I can feel my baby’s frigid hand grasping my finger tight. The tension she had, showed me she was fearful. Me and my baby girl walk, and walk, as we are kicked out of our own land. I am pretty scared. All I hear over and over running through my mind is “what is next” and “what Is going to happen to me and my baby” More so is my biggest fear, “My baby, will we be separated, if I get sick, who will care for her?” We keep walking, many people of our kind follow ahead or behind. I was in the stockade for such a long time, and now I am being forced west. I feel cramps in my stomach, showing my hunger. I keep walking and soon enough my baby starts to cry. I instantly panic, noticing her face go pale. I think to myself, “no, not this one, not my baby, I have seen so many deaths along the way but not my baby.” She gets whiter by the second, and I start to get afraid. She is only a young one. I lost too many people close to me, and I will be alone with out my baby. I hold her tight and wrap her snug in her blanket. Then I put her under mine to keep her warm. She started to feel weak, and she looked fatigued. We hadn’t been able to get food for about 2 or 3 days. I thought of how hungry she must be, and I would have done anything at that second to feed her something, but there was nothing. I found bits of bread dropped, and fed them to her, for she needed it more than me. I gave myself one or two bites though. My baby got less and less fatigue and I became thankful. Soon enough there was more food found and we ate it together. I was sure she had gotten over her sickness, but this didn’t make anything better. We were still suffering because of the whites. I pictured them using my pots, and pans, and I was filled with disgust. Sometimes I just wish I could force them out of their land, and take it all, all of their belongings and make them suffer, but hopes and dreams don’t always come true. So I decided to persevere and face what was in front of me, and me and my baby, we walk this trail of tears…