<div style="text-align: justify;">Ayshia was ready to face the day, when her father let her know that tea was ready. Winter and spring were Ayshia’s favorite seasons. Winter because she could give in to her favorite art, and spring because everything seemed to come back to life. Summer was decent too, with the camp and all the news from the other camps. She was actually looking forward to the summer camp for the second time in her life. First time had been last year, because she was finally ready for her first rites and this year because she had hoped that a man from another camp might notice her, or one from her own camp show some kind of interest. <br/><br/>Ayshia felt that she was ready to move out of her father’s hearth and into her own. All she could hope for was that the man would follow her here and not have her move to his own. She would much rather stay close to her father. After the death of her mother, Ayshia did not want to leave her father’s side to the point of leaving camp. Their bond had grown stronger since the devastating death, but Ayshia was still concerned. She wasn’t able to talk about her mother as much as she would like, it pained her to have lost her, but she wished she could do more for the one parent that remained.<br/><br/>“Coming, dad.” She said and stretched. With a smile on her lips, she slipped into her clothes and came out of her private space with a soft smile on her lips. Her steps were light, and if it weren’t for all the tangles in her hair that she was trying to smooth with a comb, she didn’t look like she  had just come out of bed. “I still have to take care of you old man, I’m not about to let you down.” Ayshia said and she snaked her arms around her father’s chest for a comforting hug. “How are you?” She asked and even though she didn’t mean to, the weight of her concern tainted her tone. <br/></div>