Days with my Cherokee grandmother were spent in which we shared everything. Everyone was responsible to do their part and add to the comforts of all. We began at age four to add to the table, to harvest the berries and foods of the land. There were no homeless and there was no separation, we were all equal. It wasn’t just blood that made us family, it was the love.
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