I am so worried! We have not had rain for such a long time. I know that our crops can survive for a long time, but now they are starting to wither and die! Father and Bidzill, my older brother, are getting worried about the harvest. Will we have enough? I definitely hope so! If we don't have a good harvest there are chances that we will not survive the winter. I dread the coming of winter. At least there is water during the winter. Who am I kidding, we can not survive the winter on just water!
On a much brighter note, soon it will be time for my Kinaalda, the ritual welcoming me into womanhood. Every girl in our tribe has a Kinaalda when she turns thirteen.The Kinaalda ceremony always lasts for four days and is full of dancing and happiness. (Although, with the thought of not surviving winter on everyone's mind I for one don't see how anyone can be happy.)
Goodbye for now, Mother wants me to work on my weaving for a few minutes before I start helping to prepare dinner. Before I can start my weaving I must dye the wool that I am to use, so I will probably start weaving after dinner, after the dye dries. I need red, green and yellow to finish off the patterned blanket that I am making.
I really must go now, Mother is getting impatient!
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