I Missed Home
- Nishnawbe Aski Nation, 2005 -
My brother and I were the only kids from our community when we went to residential school. The girls and boys were segregated so I hardly ever saw my brother. The only time I saw him was when he was in the boys playground or sometimes when we were leaving class or across the room when we were eating meals. I could never talk to him. Even though my brother was at the same school, I missed him. I missed my mother, my father, my older brother and sister and my younger sisters. I missed my home and I missed my friends. I was cut off from everyone and everything I had ever known. I was so lonely. At night, after the lights had been turned out, I would cry and cry until I fell asleep.