Bertha Blake

Bertha Blake 2

“I had a good life, compared to them that went to Residential School.  I only went for one night while Dad went to work.  It was so different from my home.  I can still see what happened that one night I was there:  I saw a girl fall from the top bunk bed, hitting her head on the heater as she hit the floor.  She was crying and crying but nobody took any notice of her.”

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