Full Summary:
Môhoneohtseva'e Ma'eve'keso is transferred to Ft. Marshal's high school for no reason. She leaves behind the community that she has grown to love. She finds out that her mother kidnapped her from the hospital. What happens when she meets up with her biological father? Will she be able to be the daughter he'd always longed to know? Will she be able to do what she had been doing before getting pulled out of her school? And will her friends be able to visit her on post? Will she be able to except the fact that she was kidnapped the very day she was born? And how does her father's new family feel about her living with them? Will they accept her?
Môhoneohtseva'e Ma'eve'keso:
Hi, my name is Môhoneohtseva'e Ma'eve'keso and I am sixteen-years-old. My first name means Drifted Snow Woman. My last name means Red Bird. I am 100 Cheyenne. I have been in the Foster Care system my whole life. According to court documents, my mother was killed in a car accident and my father was nowhere to be seen, until now. For sixteen years, he'd been looking for me ever since my real mother kidnapped me from the hospital. I have never known anyone to continue to look for a daughter they never knew. I have never known anyone to go through that much pain for someone they loved. My heart twisted in a knot when I found out that my real father was looking for me and had finally found me. But I wasn't ready to give up my life here in Montana so easily. Would he let me keep my truck, horses and other animals? Or would he make me sell them?
I was about to find out. My boyfriend and some other friends were driving to Ft. Marshal with me. Their parents were coming as well so that I would have some moral support. I felt loved. But I also knew he had a whole nother family and I didn't know if they would accept me. My heart felt tight and my boyfriend had to drive the truck almost halfway there. I was so nervous. Besides my belongings that had been in the house I was living in with my foster parents, I had my horses Meso'ke, Mohkêheno'e, Mo'kêsa'e, and Mo'e'ha; my two English mastiff puppies Ma'xêho'nehe and Ma'keme; my three cats Ma'taa'e, Ma'êhoohe, and Meesa'e; my orphaned bald eagle Me'êško'e; my orphaned deer Ma'xeme; and my four orphaned wolves Mamahke, Ma'xe'pa'o, Hotse'oso, and Hohkeehe. I had permits for every orphaned and adopted animal. I knew for a fact that having a bald eagle, a deer, and four wolves might land me in hot water with the Army, but I wasn't about to leave my animals in a place I might never see again. If I had to get a place off post to keep them in, then that's what I would do because I was not leaving them in Montana, a place I might never see again. My father would have to make an exception for me and my animals.
It would be a hard time for the both of us and I wanted everyone that I loved to be there for me, even if it meant having my friends stay on base for a few weeks, since it was summer time in Montana. My boyfriend, who was also Cheyenne, had a Cheyenne name as well. His name was Senaka Taa'evâhtamehnêstse. His name meant Senaka Night Walker. There was no meaning for Senaka except 'man's name'. I loved Senaka with all of my heart and it pained me to be leaving him and my home of the past three years so far behind. But Senaka and some of our close friends were making this trip with me and I was glad that they were going to be staying for a few weeks before heading back to Montana for school. The only problem with this school year was that for the first time, I would be transferring during a school year. With St. Katherine's Private School (it's a boys & girls school) being out for the summer, I would have to go to school once I got settled into my new home. That part was what sucked.
The other part was that I had half siblings that didn't know I even existed. That was the other part that scared the shit out of me. I didn't know if they were going to except me for who I was. Going to a private school, during our breaks, most of the students went on Mission Trips. We had just gotten back from a Mission Trip to Nigeria when I had gotten a call from my Social Worker saying that my real father had called and asked about me. And now here I was, going to live with a man I didn't know even existed until a few weeks ago. I was so nervous that I could barely think of what I was going to say, let alone what I would be doing once I got to Ft. Marshal, Virginia. I was moving nearly two thousand miles away from my home and I didn't know what my life was going to be like.
Well here goes nothing. Ft. Marshal is only a day away and I am a nervous wreck. God let my father like who I am. Let my step-mother like who I am. Let my half siblings like who I am. Let my father's superiors like who I am. Let the whole Fort like who I am. But most of all, let me like my new family and neighbors. Let everything be a good place where I am going to live from now on.