I act always as a child. People see me old enough to get a husband. I love going with mom to farms, picking corn, but I was never that happy because other women were badmouthing me. saying in whispers while making it obvious " isn't she big enough? Her father is a chief, I wonder why she never chosen a husband ? ". Mom told me Never to listen to them. She believes in love as I do. Mom and dad married out of love, their story was pretty romantic. Whenever I ask mom," tell me how did you marry dad? what did you love about him?" . She answers, "Your father sacrificed his soul, he fought the world to make me his wife". Mom and dad were totally from different tribes; mom is from Pueblo and dad from Apache. I wonder everyday when am looking at them lovey dovey; as if they just fell in love. Will I ever get the chance to taste love as they did?