Another sleepless night, one more and she will go crazy. Since the man she loved and left to recover his wound, she couldn't sleep. She didn't want to do anything. Many days she had spent in her wigwam, just lying on her mat. Everyone in the village tried to cheer her up, but with no use. And now, another problem had occurred. For last two months she wasn't in the house for women. At first she thought it was because of the stress and sadness, but as it repeated once again, she decided to go and see the midwife, and what she heard made her even more uneasy. How was she to tell her father about it? He still doesn't take too kindly to the settlers. Will she have to move out of the village? Or maybe even out of the territory of her father? All these doubts, didn't let her sleep. Finally she decided to go to see someone, who was always helping her with a great advice. Silently the girl walked out of the village and went to her favorite glade.

"Is that you, Pocahontas?" Asked the old willow, as the girl sat on a stump of the tree.

"Grandmother Willow, I have a huge problem, and I have no idea what to do…" She replied sadly.

"What happened?"

"I'm with baby."

"It's also John Smith's child?"

"Yes. But, he's so far, I don't even know if he's alive! And how to tell all this to my father?"

The old tree smiled.

"I think you should tell him straight. I know it might be hard, but this the right thing to do."