Louis was the only boy from his tribe in Wayne College. He was only a forty-five minutes drive away from his family, but today t
hat was not good enough for him. Louis stood on the driveway with a ceramic container full of oatmeal raisin cookies. His mother had silently cried throughout the journey holding on to her only son's hand. He could drive home for his mother's cooking every day, and the possibility did not console him either. "It is time to break out of your comfort zone, son," his father had advised Louis while packing for college. "But always remember who you are."
The realization that now he needed to form his own identity outside of his tribe hit him like a tsunami wave. There were no kids with black hair as far as Louis' eyes could see across the parking lot. The dorm building stood tall and gigantic like a cop about to hand a speeding ticket. "Hau," Louis greeted his soon to be home in Lakota tongue before he stepped inside.
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