Nadie is a bright but rebellious teen growing up Manitoba Cree. Living in abject poverty, she tries to help care for the younger children in the band. Devastated by the drowning death of her little cousin and unable to overcome her grief, Nadie leaves the band.
How can she find her own place in a foreign world where she is abused and discriminated against, and for the first time in her life, completely alone?
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“GRANDFATHER!” NADIE SHOOK HIM hard, trying to rouse him. She tried their native Nehiyaw—what the white man called Cree. “Nimosôm! Willie Laplante!” She shouted in his ear and shook him so hard she nearly pulled him off of the couch, but to no avail. He wasn’t waking up. Nadie made a noise of disgust and let go of his arm. “Have a nice sleep!” she muttered.
She didn’t have a lot of time before school started. She knew everybody would be late getting there anyway, including the teacher, and they wouldn’t start until all were there who were expected to come. What was the point in being on time? But Nadie still wanted to get there to say that she, at least, was on time every day.
Nadie went to the baby room, a tiny room barely bigger than a closet, and found the door locked. She rattled the handle as if she might have been mistaken, or it might have just been stuck, but it was no use. She went back to Grandfather and went through his pockets. Nadie knew it was disrespectful. But what other choice did she have?
“If you were awake, you would give it to me,” she reasoned aloud.
Grandfather just snored in response. His breath was powerfully strong. He must have a new batch of home brew ready, on top of the medicine he usually took to sleep. Nadie’s fingers touched the key, and she pulled it out with a flourish. She hurried over to the baby room and unlocked the door.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Lia Garcia
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