Another day had passed, one more day I wish I had not lived. It was
the same as all days, we live and breathe when the bells summon
us to. I saw Father looking at me happily during morning mass. He
does not know that the expression on my face I wore for reasons other
than the white god. My love told me before mass that he loves me
alone and that tomorrow night we will leave this place of bells and
death. They say there is a rebellion at San Diego. Perhaps we will
join. Perhaps not. It will be enough to leave. No longer will
I live separate from the ones I love just because I am female. Now,
when I grind meal, it will be for my family, not for angry white
soldiers. I will be free, just my love and I, and the babies I bring
to him will have names that fit their souls, not the names of dead
men.
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