As a little kid, I remember visiting my Granny and Grandpa’s house [1]. The woodstove would be on, a large bowl of bògǫǫ̀ [2] would be on the table, and there was always lots of laughter. My ears would perk up at the sound of Tłı̨chǫ Yatıı̀ being spoken. My Granny had even nicknamed me “smiley”, I was always so happy to be in that house, sitting, listening, even if I didn’t know what was…
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