July 14, 2014 by Lyn Thorne-Alder
The letter was delivered by public courier with the last day of Kinyozhanya’s secondary schooling. She had been looking for it, dreading it, hoping it.
“I got in!” She flapped the letter around as she ran into the back yard, then caught herself, folded the letter. “I was accepted.”
“Into the Temple?” Kinyozhanya’s mother was snipping herbs for dinner from their tiny garden. “Tienaabaa’s service?”
“No, no.” The Temple of the Ever-Changing had been her mother’s ambition, not Kinyozhanya’s. “Into Edally.”
“Well, of course you did.” Her mother brushed the mud of her knees and rose. “Who would have expected anything else?”