From the Ashes: My Story of Being Métis, Homeless, and Finding My Way

by Jesse Thistle

I was sorry for him. I thought the same about why my mom and dad had left us. I’d been a bad boy and had asked for food too often. We’d eaten Dad’s secret food too many times, and he’d probably gotten so mad over it that he’d up and left us. I gave Johnny a hug.

A small child tries to make sense of where his parents are.