Maureen Roberts

The White Man

(The Final Part)

Welcome back, my daughter.
Indeed...the day you ask.
I collected you from school, your soulful energy emitted darkness.
We went to the park to discuss that darkness, emitting from your soul.

Tis there I discovered the steel ring, that your father proposed to me upon your finger. So stainless you can see demonic shadows.

Tis there I realized, he stole the blood of your own innocence.

Shedded tears of guilt and shock.

I then had a discussion, with the woman I worked with.

I revealed the tragedy to she.
Tears streamed from her blue eyes, down her white face as she demanded to know what your father did.
She therefore, advised me to commit an "accident."
I looked upon her with awe as she revealed to me, she committed an accident upon her husband for adultery.

I dropped you and your brother off at your grandparents for a couple of days, the day of your father's departure was that of glory.

I managed to discover a ground, covered in old wood. Instantly, I knew it was we the gateway to hell.

He appeared upon the doorstep disoriented, a fool destined to die. His demon unleashed bruising upon my tearful soul, black and purple dominated my body.

I ran deep into the forest, it's trees standing tall witnessing all that occurred. Jumped across the hole of hell, your father falls.

Weeps and pleas echos as he held on.

But Hell, was expecting him.

Luckily, investigators figured a drunken accident.

We Wappo are brave, our ancestors greatly resisted the colonists. As I bravely destroyed, The White Man, that stole your innocence.

Bravery runs within our blood.

My daughter, once you return never share my story to the university.