Looking at red running on the floor... I looked at him in fear, "What is that?". She has never known this is the price robbed from me to save her from her own embarrassment...

Our family honors her, traded with her before I knew what I was doing.

The reply left me speechless, and I quivered and I clenched my knees, sitting naked, stripped of my innocence on the floor.

Time pendulum - "Yet, I still didn't understand what it was for. It was not worth any trust... and I didn't trust her, or any of them, after that... Someone wanted my trust, but cut me loose never knowing I saved her mother... and my innocence stripped in a incodent of her mothers carelessness during her visit."

A few years later, a bully begged me to be his girl, "You know my poor little brother! Why would I be with you!? I've watched you push him around every day, and I don't like bullies!", I responded. He fell to his knees and yelled, "Please...!".

At only nine, I found myself changing peoples lives, by encouraging this one to change because he vowed not to bully again, granted I'd become his closest friend. It seemed pure...

Months and months passed... He did it again, and trapped me and my brother on a hill, "What has this boy, who will become a man, already been through?", I thought, "Who uses broken things as arrows!?". So my friends and I danced in circles around him, calling him names according to his violence and lack of control; we did this to say, "The bully can be called out!".

We all know the saying about how the sword cuts both ways. He lost friends and me, he won a lesson...

We all won! I had good friends to remember... Who agreed to teach a lesson, but in a way all can remember, and walk away with no scars on our skin. The way of the Natives, as a brother told me; a long time after I looked back on this scene.

Before it all; a feeble girl was I... big little-big, made me bigger! Interesting, by then,
...this vessel saved a woman, then many from a bully, not as the captain of my own ship...
The moment I recall another twice my size to pummel me, and lost because I called on a power bigger than both of us. Big little-big was not her gang, but I! ...and I am not theirs, but His!

The accounts of these tore me bare; wounds of torcher unheald, and my psyché found no boundaries, except I knew to call out His Name to be rebuilt!
Until I could hear, as I had lost my ears, I was hearing the strings of different silhouettes dancing between the sky and the memories bouncing off ships sitting on ocean floor.

And a lightyear of tears flooded my teepee covered in red prints! Somewhere in there, a bon fire as hight as a double wide trailer, not ever seen by adult eyes, and put out by two little children. My house was shook so continually while my mind left the 17th centry to come to mine... this time.

I no longer wished to be rewound, same as an elder once comfirmed, she would not do it again... As I grew older, time revealed history really does repeat itself, in similar ways, new waves, as we all raise our children in bumping worlds.

Some from your ancestors, some from mine; I guess we dress different now, but the real difference is tech puts us in the fast lane, and on any plane.

There is no ending to this, my spirit still breathes and asks to be His on this Earth...

So join hands and pray fast, let heaven be in your heart, and on your lips... because a piece of pi, that's perhaps able to do much good... How else am I writing to you in real time?

Your child is so young, beautiful really! Mine is young, so very beautiful really! Their worlds will colide over tea and pie. Who to trust with a close eye?