My son seems to be unable to do even the simplest of tasks. He keeps bring disgrace on my name. Just this week he lost a fight with a boy two years his junior and twenty pounds lighter in weight.
In a few more months he will go off on his vision quest. If he returns triumphant he will be an adult. If he returns a failure I will have to banish him – no father should have to banish his own son. I fear that he may not return at all. If he can’t win a fight against a child, how can he survive against a wolf or a lion?
Perhaps it would be best if he just diapers into the woods and I never have to admit how much of a failure he is. Still, he is my son. I shall make a sacrifice and pray for him. Perhaps there is still hope – he has not given up and he has focused on one to be his mate.
Even so, it is hard to listen to others talk about him and to know in my heart that they only speak the truth. I have heard others commenting on how cold this winter has been, but how much colder is it when your heart is broken. It feels like the spring may not come this year.
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