The Truth of the Trade
My father looked at me like he wanted to cry. My father never looked like he wanted to cry. He sighed and looked back down at his trowel. "Where did you hear that word?" I thought I was in trouble again. I felt bad and ashamed like I shouldn't have asked. I started to fumble for words. "You're not in trouble, just tell me where you heard it and don't say it again." "I heard it when I got taken by the fissure. There were two men walking and one spat at the other one but he said that word before he spat at the other man." My heart was beating fast again and my hands were sweating. I knew the word was bad but I still don't know what it is or what it means. My dad started to work again and he began to explain, "Aluna, do you know what kind of work your cousin and his wife does?" I pulled some more weeds and thought for a moment, "They save people." Dad nodded, "Uh huh, and you do know that those peopl...